Three Days in the Zone of Eternity: A Novel

© 2011 by Jozef Wiktor Wodziczko. All rights reserved.

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First published by AuthorHouse 09/17/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4567-9822-2 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4567-9823-9 (ebk)

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Contents

CHAPTER 1

Death in the mountains

CHAPTER 2

Between two worlds

CHAPTER 3

A summons from There

CHAPTER 4

Lonely little Jimmy

CHAPTER 5

Fire in the dissecting room

CHAPTER 6

My former teacher is right

CHAPTER 7

The rulers of space

CHAPTER 8

Happy planet Uru-Tahng

CHAPTER 9

Encounter with Sai Baba

CHAPTER 10

A stubborn surgeon overcomes

my death

CHAPTER 11

Nobody believes me

CHAPTER 12

Together forever

APPENDIX—A COLLECTION OF THE MAIN IDEAS AND ARGUMENTS

FOOTNOTES

Dear Reader

When I was sixteen, many young people in my country were engaging in an experimental game called playing with the soul. Nobody knew where the game came from but vast numbers of teenagers throughout Poland practised this separating the soul from the body game every day, either alone or in groups. The group I belonged to called it popping into paradise.

The experiment was simple and easy, and involved no chemical or drugs. It could be done anywhere or at any time, provided that only initiated people took part. It took only three or four minutes and never failed to achieve the desired results. These were always the same and most surprising, namely, rising above one’s own body while face down on the ground with one’s eyes closed, unconscious or in some kind of coma. The person was aware of a supernatural sense of seeing and hearing, and experienced a feeling of release and bliss impossible to describe. The sensation lasted no longer than fifteen to thirty seconds. The experimenter always awoke as if from sleep. Immediately afterwards he would be able to tell us exactly what we had been doing while he was gone, even though he could not have seen it happen in the usual way. Nobody made a mistake in describing what had been taking place around him.

We played this game mainly for pleasure but also to make sure that these extraordinary sensations had nothing to do with hallucination, sleep or vivid imagination, but that they were real. Naturally, none of us could have had a clue about the mechanism of the phenomenon, but we all knew from the effects that the soul and life exist after death. Also, that the other life is indescribably pleasant. Not long afterwards, however, we learned that some of these experiments had ended in death for some young people, so we immediately stopped doing it. I then understood that the game was a violation of Nature’s taboos, contravening the laws governing the world and our lives, and therefore extremely dangerous. For that reason I cannot give here a detailed description of the procedure of this experiment—I do not wish to be responsible for someone’s death.

Since then, inspired by those experiences, I have been seriously searching for truth. I have ploughed through almost all fields of human knowledge: firstly philosophy, then psychology, the history of religions and esoteric sciences, natural history, astronomy and physics. I never interrupted my studies even when, after passing my second year at the Academy of Music, I found myself without a roof over my head and with no money in my pocket. That was in 1957. During that terrible period of my life I had no choice but to spend four weeks sleeping in a tomb in the cemetery in Katowice, which had been recently built and was not yet occupied. I found some hay from a nearby field to lie down on and almost every night, by the light of an electric torch, I eagerly read History of Philosophy by W. Tatarkiewicz, The Theory of Dreams by S. Freud and The Restrained Theory of Relativity by A. Einstein. Ever since then I have made notes of my thoughts, deductions and ideas. On the basis of these ideas, this book—along with many other similar works—emerged.

Although the events depicted in the book are literary fiction, the new scientific concepts and philosophical contents of this book are not fiction at all. (In no way, however, do they contradict the official sciences). They explain universal truth in a rational way so that almost anyone who can read will be able to understand it and find his or her own place in life, and the right way to follow it.

There are thousands of books on the market that cover the same topic. However, none of them gives a full and satisfactory explanation of the supernatural phenomena it describes. These books leave the readers to their own devices to find convincing answers. The mystery of our existence remains a mystery to this day. In effect, most people in the world do not know what to believe or what not to believe, and they go astray in their search for truth.

This book is different in every respect. After reading it, you will realize that the answer to the most difficult question that has been asked throughout human history—what is universal truth?—is, in fact, extremely simple. It is everything that exists in objective reality independently of our consciousness, perceptions and subjective views. This truth is unique and has been the same since Genesis. You could choose another definition—truth is every affirmation that neither logical nor scientific arguments are able to refute.

This book, dear reader, will answer all your questions and will give you a genuine hope. It could even dramatically change your life and, if you accept and believe in the truths, which are unfolded here, you will never again be unhappy.

CHAPTER 1

Death in the mountains

23 June 1978. Afternoon, Southern California.

The steep narrow path ended abruptly and I found myself on a flat shelf, almost bare, with patches of brownish-yellow grass and dwarf pines here and there. The shelf was about fifteen feet wide and gave the impression of being a step hewn in the rock for some mythical giant.

Some fifty feet above my head, I could see the flat top of the mountain, the destination of my lonely climb that day. Lonely, because I intended to prove to myself that my body was not as flabby as one may have expected. After all, the forty-three years that lay behind me had to have left their mark. My other goal was to feast my soul. I always experience the greatest joy when I am at one with Nature.

So far things had gone quite smoothly, although I could feel some trembling in my calves, my heart pounding against my ribs and a thousand crickets playing their monotonous country music in my head. Considering the two hours of steep climbing behind me, I felt far better than I had expected to.

I decided to take a short rest before the final and hardest part of the climb. Once I reached the summit of the mountain, I would have a good rest and eat some sandwiches.

I sat on a large stone, perhaps deliberately placed there by Mother Nature for admirers of her beauty. My strenuous climb was rewarded by a magnificent view spread out before me, too beautiful for words. Words, after all, are too conventional and commonplace to adequately describe the true beauty of Nature.

Who would care for a description like this: I could see the blue sky above, the green valleys below, dotted with hundreds of picturesque villas; further on the emerald-green boundlessness of the ocean, the border between the sky and the ocean invisible. To my right jagged crest of the mountain range cut the intensely blue sky. The slopes were covered with vividly coloured vegetation halfway up and then naked rock was visible, blanketed by shimmering snow at the top. The world, bathing in the sunshine, seemed to be joyfully singing to Heaven the hymn of the indestructibility of life and everlasting youth. I could hear the singing in the chirping of the crickets, in the wind blowing through the pine trees and in the buzzing of the bees. I knew that if I were at the coast lying below me, I would hear that singing in the screeching voices of the seagulls, those white flying-flowers of the ocean.

The description could go on and on, but could the reader experience what I was feeling, smelling and hearing in every detail? No, certainly not…

My breathing and pulse rate were back to normal. The trembling in my legs had subsided. I felt only a little weariness in them. ‘Just a few more minutes,’ I said to myself, massaging my calves and thighs, admiring the view at the same time. ‘Yes, words aren’t enough… one should know the language of God.’

Suddenly a thought flashed through my mind, which disappointed me greatly; ‘there is so little time left for me… Ten, maybe twenty years if I’m lucky, and then… the end. Once and for all. And this beauty, this wonderful world, will last forever. It’s terribly unfair. Some mistake must have been made in the plan of Genesis…’

This thought ruined all my pleasure that had been inspired by contemplating Nature. I got up, flung the rucksack over my shoulders and turned to face the wall of the mountain. I had to find a starting point and plan my route to the summit. I could start at any point, as the slope was full of crevices, ledges and fissures running horizontally and quite close to one another. However, the route had to be planned very carefully so that I wouldn’t find myself in a deadlock halfway up. Having scrutinized the wall once more, I decided to start on the left side of the ledge, where the precipice began. The ledge was not steep and my hands and legs would have good support, making the climb fairly easy. I memorized the crucial points of the route and, without wasting time on afterthoughts, I set off.

At first everything went smoothly. I was halfway, some twenty or twenty-five feet above the shelf. From there, I had to cover a section of about twelve horizontal feet to reach a cleft, carved by centuries of rain. The cleft would lead me almost effortlessly to the top, since it was not steep. However, from the cleft down, it was a vertical drop. The twelve-foot stretch to the cleft was the most difficult part of the route. I began to move along the three-inch wide horizontal ledge, holding on to the edge of the fissure above my head. The fissure ran right to the cleft, but the ledge ended five feet before it. I had no support for my feet. I could only get around this obstacle by hanging over the precipice and slowly moving my hands along the edge of the fissure. First I moved my right hand a little and then my left. Both my hands were now together. I repeated this movement several times. Step by step I was approaching my goal. I almost felt like laughing at my fears—things were going so easily.

I wasn’t more two feet from the cleft when something unexpected happened. Just as I was hanging by my right hand—the left momentarily in the air—a piece of rock under my fingers broke off.

I fell like a stone. My consciousness recorded only one thought—this is the end.

Moments later I felt an excruciating pain in my right knee. For a split second I saw the blue sky and sunlight dazzling my eyes, and immediately afterwards something like a giant club struck the back of my head. My sight and hearing were gone, although I knew I was still alive. Suddenly there was such a terrific noise inside my head that I thought my skull was going to explode at any moment.

Then, absolute silence and… nothingness.

CHAPTER 2

Between two worlds

I don’t know how long I remained unconscious, that is, when my former consciousness ended and the new one began. It could have been a second or a few minutes. My new self didn’t bother to find out. The first thing I recall was a sensation of ascending with a glorious feeling of lightness, inner quiet and absolute freedom. One might say I was in a state of supreme bliss.

I could see and hear everything. The senses of the new me were extremely sharp. I realized this as I looked around. My eyes caught sight of a car parked at a remote villa, about a mile away from where I was. The car looked no bigger than a mosquito, but I could read its license number. I could do this merely by willing it and focusing my eyes on the number-plate. It was not like the optical close-up of binoculars or a telescope. If I wished, I could even have read a newspaper lying on the bonnet of the car.

My hearing was similarly improved. I could hear the sailors talking aboard a ship lying several miles offshore. The awareness of such extraordinary eyesight and hearing was exhilarating. The same applied to my mind and memory. Many things—which I had never been able to understand in my former existence—now seemed pure and simple. I also discovered that I could recall any detail in my life, anything and everything I had seen, heard, read, felt or done. My memory was like that of a computer or a video recording. (Later, I discovered a number of other extraordinary capabilities, but we will leave those for the time being).

I had possessed these faculties for as long as I could remember, so they were not entirely new. In the past, however, they had existed within me as mere potentials, like the electrical energy stored in a battery not connected to any circuit. In other words, I had not been permitted to use them for my earthly self, because the Law would not allow it. I knew that by order of this Law, as long as my material body was alive, my immortal self could not exert any influence upon my mortal self, which was created according to the laws of the material world. I also knew that the task and duty of my immortal self—as it resided in my physical body—was to copy the latter, to record every minute of its life, or every cell in my body, everything physical and mental. It was to become a mirror-like reflection of my physical self to be preserved for all eternity. At that moment I realized that people on Earth do not know this because nobody has ever told them.

Thus, my new consciousness was born the moment my physical body died.

I could not have known all this beforehand because in me existed only my mortal consciousness, which is like a fetus in a mother’s womb. The fetus can never know that it is growing at the cost of the mother’s body, nor can it know that its body and brain become more like her body and brain. This is because its consciousness remains in profound sleep, only to awaken after birth. The consciousness of my new self had been born in a similar way, but with one difference. Namely, that its birth meant the death of the body to which I owed my existence.

Now I knew that the true mother of immortality is death. That is the Law.

So, I was the same but enriched with unusual capabilities, which I could now use at will, having been freed from the confines of the human frame and all the laws of the material world. The laws of the Absolute now governed me. Everything was crystal clear and, now that I understood it all, nothing could make me wonder. I was perfectly happy—if happiness in our human understanding means peace of mind and joy at being alive.

The realization of all that I had just experienced took only a moment, and then I remembered my corpse lying on the rocks. I floated down and stopped a few feet above it. My body was lying on its back with the head turned to one side. It looked grotesquely twisted, like a rag-doll carelessly thrown away by a child. Near the head was a jagged stone covered with blood. The arms were outstretched and one leg was bent underneath the body, looking like a stump cut off at the knee. The pants on the other leg had been torn and I could see white bone sticking up through the wound there. Blood covered the back of the head.

‘I must have fallen on my elbows, lessening the impact when my head crashed against the stone,’ I thought.

I floated down and willed myself closer to the body to examine the injuries. I focused my super-sight on them and began to examine every cell of the blood vessels, skin and tissues. I could see that none of the major blood vessels had been damaged. I hadn’t bled to death as a result of the injury to the skull. There was a coin-sized hole in the back of my head. Such injuries are usually fatal, I thought. I then focused my super-hearing on the breast and after a while heard a single beat followed by another every few seconds. Then I heard a mighty sigh. This meant that the heart and lungs were functioning, so the brain was also still alive. This explained my extraordinary situation. Now I knew why I was still there, in the earthly world, or rather in the Neutral Zone between the two worlds. The death of my body was not yet final. The separation of my immortal self from my body had been the result of mechanical injury to the brain, which had caused atrophy as in the case of peremptory death.

So, the separation took place according to the Law. However, some functions of the autonomic nervous system had not ceased completely. The lungs still slowly oxygenated the blood that the heart pumped up to the brain and through the body, which was barely alive, the mind was not functioning. But all this meant that I would be imprisoned in Zone N until my mortal self ceased to exist according to the natural laws.

I also realized that I might never die and would have to return to my earthly home, which I did not feel like doing at all. But I knew that the Law would decide that, not I. The Law of the Absolute, governing everything that exists. The Law that created the whole material world so that I, and all beings existing now and in the future, could come into being. Having thought about all this, I found the Law most explicit. I remember saying to myself, ‘How simple is the truth.’

There was only one thing I could not have anticipated—what the immediate future would bring…

CHAPTER 3

A summons from There

I was still looking at my material self, the not-yet-dead body, which for over forty years had been my home, or should I say my prison? Somehow I did not feel any pity or compassion. I was indifferent to it, as one is indifferent towards wrapping paper, thrown away when it has done the job. This body of mine was only a matrix, a casting mould for my immortal existence. It was just a cluster of atoms and particles that would fall apart and, finally, sink into the surrounding matter without any trace.

Unless the Law decided otherwise, the feeble spark of life flickering in the viscera would not die but burst back into flame, the body would resume its functions and regain the right to live for some time on earth.

Suddenly pictures of my life flashed through my mind; my early childhood, my father, his coffin, school, my first love, my career and all my physical and moral suffering, of which I had received an unmerciful share in my life. All these now seemed trivial. So did all my ceaseless aspirations for fame and wealth. All except one—the human activity, supreme and absolute; the development of mind and moral values, and passing these on to posterity. At that very moment it dawned on me that this was the only purpose of man’s existence on Earth, the only reason for his creation. Therefore, bearing this in mind, whatever man does to fulfill this purpose is good, and anything he does against it is bad. It was easy to understand it all now because my mind had been liberated from its constraining physical body with its weaknesses and natural instincts, and from Nature’s laws.

During this avalanche of memories, I retained a few of the more pleasant ones for a while. I tried to fast-forward those I was ashamed of as they disturbed me. I knew that the Time of Reckoning was coming soon. Everything I had done in my life would be weighed and numbered. So I did not dwell on it. I would take the responsibility later.

Then I realized that the last aspiration of my former self had not been realized because of the accident in the mountains. I felt duty-bound to fulfil my former desire—for his sake—I thought. I drifted upwards and was on top of the mountain in an instant. Contrary to what I had imagined before the top was not flat but a rolling plain, covered with small and large stones among which alpine grass and bushes struggled their way upwards. The roughness of the area, still untouched by civilization’s destructive hand, bewitched me. I felt a flow of inexpressible aesthetic bliss and a sensation of complete happiness as I thought, ‘Now I can always look at this…’

It was then that the call came. All my being could sense it. It was a need, a necessity but first and foremost a duty. I was to go immediately to where I was awaited. I didn’t know where this was, but somehow I felt that it was not important. I wasn’t to know, that’s all.

As I floated towards the other side of the mountain, I suddenly saw a large bank of clouds emerging from behind the ridge. It moved in my direction over the stony surface. I knew this phenomenon was nothing unusual in these mountains. Soon I was inside the milky cloud, unable to see further than a few feet.

To my great surprise I realized that I was in a long empty corridor with white walls and a shining marble floor. There were no doors, no windows and no light fittings. The walls and ceiling emanated light, which though bright, was not dazzling.

I felt an urge to go down the corridor. Moving slightly above the floor, I saw the passage widen into a spacious hall whose celadon-coloured walls were not luminous but looked as if they were lit by powerful beams coming from above. It took me another second to reach the end of the corridor and then I stopped at a barrier blocking the entrance to the hall. The barrier also consisted of pure light, red in color, and suspended waist high. In the opposite wall I saw several doors, smooth and without knobs. One of them opened noiselessly, its sides moving apart so quickly that it looked as if they had vanished. There was nothing behind them but a mist. Out of the mist two human forms emerged and approached the barrier. One of them was a tall, black-bearded man in his fifties. He looked like an Arab. He was wearing a white silk turban with a huge ruby pinned to it. His long white robes, typical of well-to-do Arabs, swept the ground. His wise black eyes scrutinized me closely. Beside him stood the other form—a short, thin, elderly gentleman dressed in an ordinary grey suit and brown shoes. His hair was white and his blue eyes smiled kindly. A scientist or an artist, perhaps…

As soon as they reached the barrier, I heard the Arab’s deep voice. Without preamble, he asked me:

Is there anything in your present situation that you do not understand, but would like to?

I have many questions, I said. But only two are vital. Firstly, do you know when my fate will be decided and what it will be?

We don’t know this, replied the Arab. "We can only say that from the present condition of your body, the decision is likely to be delayed. You do know that the sovereign laws of nature, one of them being the Law of Fortuity, govern you. We are not authorized to interfere in the relative time of the