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Talking Steps To Salvation at Tropical Acres

I enjoyed having the opportunity to speak to everyone who came out to Tropical Acres to support Steps To Salvation last Saturday night. Here’s the first of two videos taken by Boris Balaban. In this one, I talk about my motorcycle accident, near death experience, the evolution of my novel and what all of us must do to bring Salvation to earth.

 

Question and Answer Session on Steps To Salvation

In this video, I answer questions from my audience about Steps To Salvation. Among other things, we talk about how there really are no “accidents” in life and the fact there there is a God. I also appreciate the plug from Gail Tenzer, who read the book.

 

Still don’t believe in reincarnation? Watch this news story about James Leininger.

This is one of many reports about the reality of reincarnation. Young James Leininger is a reincarnated soul of World War II pilot James Huston, shot down in the line of duty. His parents were skeptics until they began researching the validity of his story by reaching out to World War II veterans who confirmed the truth. Watch the news report below.

 

 

 

No more race-baiting or racism in Salvation Time

Along with eliminating political dynasties, in Salvation Time we’re doing away (mostly) with race-baiters. These are people who profit from ginning up false outrage and accusations of racism, whether or not it actually exists. Of course, there are plenty of examples of actual racism in the End Days. Despite the fact that there really is no such thing as race for human beings because depending on where they live on the planet, their physical features can change. We all come from the same Creator, which makes racism as destructive and divisive as competing religions.

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However, in the United States today in my experience most people are willing to judge others on the content of their character, not their skin color. I should also point out that real racism is not the exclusive sin of some white people. You can be black, hispanic, caucasian or any other race or ethnicity and still be a racist.

Then there are those who cry racism for the purpose of making money only. In America today, two of the worst are Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson – which is why I put them in my book. These two have done incredible damage to the United States by ginning up racism for profit and hurting innocent people in the process. Can anyone forget the Tawana Brawley case? She falsely accused a man, Steven Pagones, of rape, assisted by liar Al Sharpton. Twenty-five years later, Brawley is making restitution to Pagones. But what about Sharpton? He appears to have gotten off free, even though he’s just as guilty. Last year, Investors Business Daily reported on the story:

 

If ever there was a case of racial injustice it was the case of Tawana Brawley and Steven Pagones, except the roles of victim and perpetrator were reversed in the parallel universe of the racial grievance industry. The master of that universe is Al Sharpton.

Pagones is not as well-known as George Zimmerman, nor is he likely to be now, given the media’s subservience to that grievance industry. But 25 years ago the former New York prosecutor was accused of rape by Brawley, then just 15 years old.

Sharpton, the man who demanded justice for Tawana as she told her blatantly false story, is the man who now demands justice for Trayvon Martin, the teenager shot by neighborhood-watch volunteer Zimmerman, who was found not guilty of second-degree murder in what a jury ruled was legitimate self-defense.

As the New York Post reports, Tawana Brawley has finally started payment on a defamation judgment awarded Pagones. He sued Brawley and her handlers, including Sharpton, alleging the story that she was abducted and raped by a gang of white men, including Pagones, was a hoax. A grand jury, which heard from 180 witnesses over seven months, concluded in 1988 that the entire story was indeed apocryphal.

Last week, 10 checks totaling $3,764.61 were delivered to Pagones, the first from Brawley on the 1998 judgment on which she still has $431,000 left to pay.

 

Please read the whole thing here.

 

STSJesse Jackson

 

In Step Three in the year 2412, students George W. Bush and Bill Clinton – descendants of the real Bush and Clinton — visit a bar in Sin City in Fort Lauderdale, where they bump into two familiar characters: Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson. To make my point about race, in this future time Bush and Clinton now have the dark skin and burgeoning African features thanks to their families’ 400 years of isolation in Arusha Africa. Conversely, the descendants of Sharpton and Jackson are now white — and unfortunately, still very much stuck on race and race-baiting as evidenced by this interaction:

 

As they waited for their refills, they took note of some familiar looking faces sitting nearby.

 

“Clinton, look! Isn’t that—”

 

“I do believe it’s the descendant of Jesse Jackson. He looks just like the 20th century shakedown artist—except for his lily white skin of course.”

 

“And isn’t that Al Sharpton with him?”

 

“Sure looks like him,” Clinton agreed. “C’mon, let’s go talk to them.”

 

They picked up their newly filled pilsner glasses and headed over to introduce themselves.

 

Although polite at first, Jackson and Sharpton were annoyed by the interruption, having been deep in conversation over how to manipulate the media and public opinion into believing that racism was still a huge problem in the United States—all in an effort to make easy money and preserve the memory and relevance of their crooked ancestors.

 

“Now that we’ve introduced ourselves would you mind leaving us alone?” Sharpton asked rudely. “We’re in the middle of important business!”

 

“Hey is that any way to treat tourists from another country and continent?” Clinton playfully teased. He was truly interested in getting to know these two characters even though the feeling was definitely not mutual.

 

“Oh get lost, you uppity nigger!” Jackson exclaimed. “Maybe in your little corner of the globe racism no longer exists but some of us are still dealing with it!”

 

“Racism?!” W was completely perplexed by the notion. “Are you guys serious?” Since they’d left Arusha and embarked on their worldwide tour, every person they’d come into meaningful contact with had been nothing but courteous, kind and sincere—not to mention mostly Caucasian. Sure, the gawking crowds and rude reporters had been a little hard to take but for the most part people had been very nice.

 

The Arusha teens could only conclude that for some souls the temptation to incarnate and repeat the same destructive patterns of their End Days family members was too hard to resist. For Sharpton and Jackson, the process of enlightenment and atonement might take many more lifetimes. Could it be that even now there was money to be made by race-hustling? It seemed impossible to believe.

Some beta readers have questioned my use of the word “nigger” in this exchange but it’s there to prove a point. As a deeply spiritual man, I despise racism as much as any decent person. I also know it works both ways. And in writing my book, I knew I had to get people’s attention so that they would understand the points I am trying to make. In no way did I use that word gratuitously or with intent to insult anyone.

I also recommend that everyone view Scientific Adam and Eve – a National Geographic documentary that proves the human family tree can be traced all the way back to the same Adam and Eve.

My interview with American Journal

Today American Journal posted Part One of my interview with Daria. I am excerpting a bit of it here but ask that you visit American Journal to read the whole thing. Thank you.

DD: “Shlomo, your book is definitely making people think! What prompted you to write something so unique?”

SA: “I have always been a person who questions everything. For example, from the time I was a little kid I was constantly challenging my religion. I grew up in Tel Aviv in a traditional Jewish home and had questions about the nature of God and what I was being taught. Sometimes this got me into big trouble with my parents and the rabbis. But I was like that about everything.

I love to learn ways to make things better and pass that information along to help people all over the world. But with the book, the process started with a horrible motorcycle accident I had in 2003. Well, at first I thought it was horrible, but later I realized it was the best thing to ever happen to me. I was pronounced clinically dead and while my body was in a coma, my soul traveled to the other side where I met with ‘The Council’ — three angelic beings. They greeted me as if they’d just seen me a second ago, which was very confusing because at first I thought they were doctors.

I was pretty angry when they asked me what I wanted to do. I demanded to know what kind of hospital I was in and what they were going to do for me, since I was the one with a broken body. They just shushed me and said ‘we recommend you go back and finish your work.’ That’s when it hit me that I wasn’t in a hospital but on the other side.

“I initially thought I was in a hospital because there were people waiting in line (yes, there are lines on the other side and you do have to wait when you pass over). I thought they were patients and that the angelic beings were doctors. At that point in my life I really didn’t believe in God or an afterlife. Before it was my turn to see the ‘doctors’ I saw my whole life running like a slide show — very fast. Yet I was able to understand and see each one with precise detail.

In these slides I saw all of my f*&#-ups from childhood to present. I felt a terrible stomach pain which was very strong and very unique — unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Even though I’d had many bodily injuries in life and am familiar with pain, this particular pain was very different. Kind of like an urgent need get to the bathroom, except one is not available.

“Moments later, I noticed everyone around me was wearing what looked like white hospital robes. Yet I felt exceptionally healthy, relaxed and comfortable — just like everyone else did. I also felt as if I was home, which was very strange because I do not like hospitals. But I was happy the stomach pain was gone. I also noticed that there were no religions – everyone was treated the same. I comprehended that very quickly which is why I feel so strongly about the hatred that exists on earth in the name of religion. My advice to readers is to avoid hate because you will regret it later on.”

I am looking forward to Part Two of my interview and to releasing the book in June. I will keep you informed.

 

Is Homosexuality a Choice?

This is a loaded topic in today’s world, with plenty of animosity going back and forth on both sides of the debate. So let me answer my own question: Is homosexuality a choice? Yes it is — just like all other aspects of a human being’s life (country, family, race, height, handicaps, etc) are also choices a soul makes before being born into a physical body.

In my novel, there are four homosexual characters who understand and acknowledge that they’ve chosen to be homosexuals in their current incarnation. They have very familiar names: Hillary Rodham, Debbie Wasserman-Schultz, David Duke and Harry Reid.

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I felt strongly about including some homosexual characters to make the point that many souls willingly come to earth as human beings with this sexual orientation for the purpose of soul growth and development. That’s because they face unique and difficult challenges. I tried to bring this out in the dialogue between the characters, for example, this little interaction in a Paris boutique in Step Three:

Bader Ginsberg’s black cheeks turned red as she watched them approach, realizing her flimsy excuse about needing some time alone hadn’t deterred suspicious minds. The French sales girl observed the scene with amusement.

“May I help you, ladies?” she asked innocently.

“Oh we’re just here to look around,” Hillary answered.

“You mean spy on me, don’t you?” Ruth shot back angrily.

“Oh come on, Ruth, lighten up!” Golda encouraged her.

“We’re all friends here. And if Hillary and Debbie are brave enough to go public with their love you should be, too. Besides, we all know you have it bad for Mao—even if he does stink something fierce.”

“Stop it!” Ruth defended him. “He’s been working hard on his hygiene and he smells much better.”

“Is that why you’re here?” Debbie quizzed. “To help him along?” With that, the trio dissolved into giggles.

“Ladies, if you cannot behave I will have to ask you to leave,” the sales clerk warned partly out of sympathy for Ruth and partly because she wanted to close a good sale tonight.

“We’re sorry,” Hillary finally managed to blurt out. Ruth just stood there with her hands on her hips, more agitated than ever as she glared at them.

“You know, the two of you ought to have a little more sympathy,” she chided the lesbians. “Even now in Salvation Days knowing it’s a soul’s choice, it’s still hard for some to accept homosexuality. And I never once made fun of you when you decided to announce your relationship on the train last night. So the least you could do is show me some respect.”

“Oh my God, you’re right,” Hillary conceded sincerely as she absorbed the meaning of her words. “We’re sorry,” she added, “we had no right to make fun of you for falling in love, no matter who it is.”

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Later, Mr. Bauer proves once again that he’s an understanding, compassionate and concerned teacher in this interaction with David Duke:

Thus assured, David Duke shot out of the car and ran in the direction of his travel companions, reeling with excitement about the future. But just as he was about to reach the designated meeting place, he was stopped in his tracks by Mr. Bauer.

“You’re late Mr. Duke,” he declared.

“I know, sir and I’m sorry. I thought a few minutes wouldn’t make a big difference,” he softly replied.

“Ah but it does Mr. Duke, especially to the one who’s responsible for 21 teenagers.”

“You’re right, sir. I apologize again.”

“May I ask what detained you?”

For a few minutes he stammered and stuttered, his black cheeks burning.

“Mr. Duke, don’t worry everyone else is safely inside the bus already with strict orders not to move. No one will hear us.” The teacher instinctively knew what the student was about to confess but wanted him to own up to it in his own words.

“Uh, Mr. Bauer I met someone and fell in love tonight,” he finally blurted out.

“You mean the young man in the sports car who dropped you off?”

“Yes, sir. His name is Harry Reid and he manages a bar and restaurant called Boardwalk in Wilton Manors. I found it on an internet search and decided to check it out. I never intended to break curfew like that or—”

“Please tell me you were very careful, Mr. Duke?”

“Oh yes sir, we were. We used protection,” the student assured him quietly.

“Excellent,” the teacher continued. “Look Mr. Duke, we all understand now in Salvation Time that homosexuality is a choice. It’s a lifestyle some souls choose before coming to earth to provide the mental challenges needed to advance to the next level. Your soul made a decision to be a gay man this time around, and I respect that.

“However, our physical bodies were not made for this type of sexual activity so I want you to promise me that you’ll always be very careful.”

A relieved Duke thanked his teacher and assured him he’d always be mindful of this sage advice. Besides, he was fairly certain he’d just met the man he was going to spend the rest of his life with in a monogamous relationship.

“Well congratulations and best of luck to both of you,” Mr. Bauer enthused, placing an arm about the student as the both walked toward the bus. “Just remember it is never ok to break curfew, no matter how wonderful the reason or how handsome the guy.”

By the way, Boardwalk is an actual bar and restaurant in Wilton Manors, an area populated by gay men and women. Since I live in South Florida, I wanted to help publicize a local business.
Please understand, this is the way I see things after my time spent on the other side after my motorcycle accident. I’m not out to offend anyone although I know that’s inevitable. In this case, some will reject my acceptance of homosexuality while others will take exception to my belief in reincarnation. But I welcome civil debate and invite you to contact me here to discuss further.

The Salvation Time Justice System

profile_250x250In my previous post about reincarnation, I promised a follow-up about my concept of a fair justice system, along with clarification about the Armageddon Commission and the Race Unity Experiment. Some of my beta readers have taken issue with the fact that in my novel after the Armageddon War, the descendants of the world’s most repulsive evildoers like Hitler and Stalin, and privileged political elites like the Bush and Clinton dynasties are forced to relocate to Arusha Africa for the Race Unity Experiment.

Aside from an obvious plot device (there would be no story otherwise), I had very compelling reasons for doing this:

  • It ties in with the concepts of atonement (restoration of the name to goodness) and reincarnation
  • It provides an entertaining  method of educating readers about the crimes of the real people
  • It’s a practical way to explain my concepts for various industries through specific characters

So while I understand the distaste of “collective punishment,” from a fictional and educational point of view it was very important to send characters off to Arusha to make restitution. Please remember that they are not forced into a prison but instead a lovely, if isolated, neighborhood where they still enjoy modern conveniences like up-to-date technology, cars, good schools and access to food and clean water.

When collaborating on the book, I agreed to the selection of sociopath Charles Manson as the representative of the Salvation Time Justice System without even knowing his full story, aside from the obvious. In Step One during the mandatory history exam the student Charles Manson (a descendant of the real guy 400 years into the future) is called upon by Mr. Bauer to explain the difference between the End Days Justice System and the one currently used in the year 2412:

“Of course sir, my apologies!” he exclaimed, “I didn’t mean to get ahead of myself. Uh anyway, back in the End Days, the prison system in just about all countries throughout the world was run by your corrupt, hell-on-earth, End Times governments. Even though the death penalty was enforced in some places, most convicted criminals enjoyed their long sentences within the confines of a prison.”

“So you are telling us that these criminals actually liked being in prison, Mr. Manson?”

“Sir, I say ‘enjoy’ because even prisoners who’d committed evil crimes had privileges that much more deserving citizens didn’t. Like soldiers who put their lives on the line defending freedom or law-abiding poor people who couldn’t afford to feed their families even though they had jobs and worked hard.

“In the End Days prisoners were well-fed and got plenty of exercise. They also had lots of books and if they wanted it they could have a higher education. And these are just a few of the perks they got. So even if they’d been found guilty of murder and other violent, vicious crimes they could still eat, drink, exercise and earn a degree—all paid for by taxpayers’ because corrupt governments controlled the prisons. And the revenue these governments collected from good working

men and women were partly used to sustain the prison system.

“In Salvation Time though, we are in an Age of Responsibility. This means that when you’re convicted of a crime and sent to prison, your punishment is just beginning. You’re pulled out of society so you cannot harm anyone else but you get a choice of whether or not to work while you’re there. Being a prisoner during Salvation Time means being productive—you are sentenced to live in a new kind of prison run by a smart, streamlined Salvation Time government. This prison is an independent city within Sin City that produces electricity, manages waste, provides utilities, manufactures products and grows food for its surrounding communities.

“In Salvation Time, convicted criminals are sent to prison not just to protect the innocent and punish them for their crimes, but also to help them become productive human beings and better people. Each prisoner has a choice of learning a new skill—landscaping, growing food, repairing electrical equipment, manufacturing useful products—whatever skills are needed. When they’re paroled after serving their time these practical skills help them find a job in the ‘real world’. If they can find a job, chances are they won’t go back to a life of crime and end up in prison again. That

Charles Manson.

Charles Manson.

happened a lot in the End Days. In Salvation Time, working prisoners get paid for the jobs they do, but at lower wages than in mainstream society. Every convict has his own bank account to pay back his victims and send money to his family back home. Criminals who work must open a bank account so they can make payments to their victims and take care of their families.

“Unlike in the End Days the Salvation Days prison system is designed to rehabilitate its prisoners, to help them positively change their lives. But if a prisoner wants to stay in jail even after his time is up, he can. He can create a life within the prison system. This is another big change from the way the prison system worked back in the End Days. For many criminals knowing they can stay if they want to is comforting because life on the outside is just too hard for them. So it’s good for them and good for society.”

 

During the research phase of the book, it became very clear why Charles Manson was such a great pick as the character who would help explain the justice system — something we incorporated into the dialogue in Step One:

“Mr. Manson, do you believe your ancestor Charles would have done much better under a Salvation Time prison system?” The teacher obviously knew the answer but wanted to draw it out of the student to assist him in his own understanding and development.

“Yes sir I do,” Manson replied confidently. “Not only was my ancestor Charles unable to cope with normal life, he was also a vegetarian. Growing his own food on a Salvation Days prison would have been a productive way for him to spend his time. We know from his imprisonment on Terminal Island that he indulged his love of music. He wrote song lyrics, learned to play the guitar and studied Scientology. When his time there was up he begged the authorities to let him stay, knowing he wasn’t capable of being a productive, non-violent citizen.

“But they wouldn’t let him stay in the prison. They sent him back into society where he soon found the Haight-Ashbury in San Francisco and hallucinogenic drugs. There my ancestor Charles also found sexual freedom because at the Haight-Ashbury there were no restraints on sex at all. It was an ‘anything goes’ type of life. Once Charles Manson understood that illegal activity was no longer needed to satisfy his urges he began to organize the ‘Manson Family.’ He recruited its first member during his time at the Haight-Ashbury—her name was Mary Theresa Bruner—but she was only the first of many young girls Manson lured into his violent, drug-infested world.”

Suddenly, the student realized he’d been intensely staring at his teacher during this entire monologue, a habit he’d inherited from his ancestor.

“Sir, I apologize,” he said to Mr. Bauer. “I certainly did not mean to stare at you so harshly while giving my answer. It is a habit I am trying to break.”

“Understood Mr. Manson,” he replied sympathetically. “Is there anything else you would like to add before I calculate your grade?”

“Yes, I would like to say that as guilty as my ancestor Charles Manson was—and he was definitely guilty—I would also like to let the class know when I did my research, I felt sorry for the guy. He was born to a poor, unwed 16 year-old mother who became a prostitute and totally neglected him. For the first few weeks after he was born he didn’t even have a real name. He was called ‘No Name Maddox’ before his mother finally called him Charles Milles Maddox. She married a guy named William Manson, which is how Charles ended up with that last name. But the marriage didn’t last.

“Manson’s mother was a drunk. She even sold him once to a childless waitress for a pitcher of beer! His uncle had to go get him days later. Then Manson’s mother spent five years in jail for burglarizing a West Virginia service station, so Charles was placed in the home of his aunt and uncle. When Manson’s mom was finally paroled, she physically embraced him—an incident he would later describe as his only happy childhood memory.

“But after that, his mother made it very clear she didn’t want anything to do with him. She even tried to put him in a foster home to get rid of him. When none was available, the court placed him in a boys’ school in Indiana. He ran away from it 10 months later to go back to his mother, who rejected him again.

“I mean, can you imagine your own mother being so cruel?”

 

There’s much more to the student-teacher interaction than I am posting here (you’ll have to read the book for the full answer) but I want to clarify once more that I am NOT condoning evil, making excuses for Manson’s crimes or suggesting he didn’t deserve his punishment. As I stated in my last post, evil must be confronted with courage, logic and common sense. Part of that involves a total overhaul of the current prison system into one that actually encourages hard work, moral and spiritual development, and the option of staying imprisoned for life if the convict cannot handle the obligations and demands of civilized society. All with the understanding that God allows ten percent of the population to commit horrible acts of violence and murder to give the rest of us the opportunity to do the right thing.

In Step Three, Mr. Bauer and his class have an opportunity to visit the Sin City Salvation Time Prison in Fort Lauderdale Florida where their knowledgeable tour guide Alan (named for a good friend of mine) shares the success of this new system for both the guilty and the innocent:

Alan opened the gate and led them to a long, canopied electric tram car that would provide easy access to the grounds while keeping them as cool as possible on this cloudless summer day. Their driver nodded and smiled as they boarded while Alan connected to the wireless speakers embedded in the car. Once all were safely seated, the tram rolled out to their first destination, the for-profit farm. Alan explained that the Sin City prisoners raised all of the produce and animals under the watchful eye of designated prison managers. These working prisoners had opted to be productive; therefore they were all compensated for their labor but at a much lower rate than their counterparts on farms outside of the prison system. Many used this money to make restitution to their victims and provide for their families back home. Because they’d chosen to work, they also had the benefit of a monthly conjugal visit with a Sin City prostitute, internet and satellite television access, high-quality food and well-made clothing. Most importantly, they also enjoyed shelter within the air-conditioned building where they were provided the basics of a comfortable bed and private shower, sink and toilet. While far from extravagant, these accommodations were clean and even included a kitchenette, plain chest of drawers, nightstand, chair and small closet.

However, prisoners who were lazy and refused to work were relegated to a special tented area outside where a common bathroom provided them with stalled toilets and a common shower area. While their nutritional needs were met with food and water, their cuisine was simple and bland. These prisoners were forbidden any contact with Sin City prostitutes and denied access to the internet and satellite television. If at any time during their incarceration a non-working prisoner had a change of heart, there would be a one-week minimum probation period to ensure their work ethic was up to standard before they’d receive the same benefits as productive prisoners.

Charles Manson listened with interest, reflecting back upon his ancestor. He remembered Mr. Bauer asking him during the test if he believed the 20th century Manson would’ve benefited by imprisonment in the Salvation Time justice system rather than the antiquated one of his day. Gazing out at the endless rows of vibrant vegetables cared for by diligent prisoners, Charles felt more certain than ever that his ancestor—as well as his poor victims—would have definitely been better off. Staring at the colorful lettuce, squash, cauliflower, peppers, carrots, tomatoes and corn stretched out over several acres, he was amazed not only by the quality of the produce but also the disposition of the workers. Completely focused on the task at hand, none of them seemed bothered by the intense heat generated by the summer sun. In fact, they appeared to be quite content as they went about their business. Some even looked up at waved at the passing tram car with genuine smiles on their faces.

Alan enthusiastically spoke of how food was so much cheaper for everyday Floridians because of the Salvation Time Prison System. Since it was produced by prisoners earning much less than the going wage, the benefit to the consumer was higher quality food at a much lower cost. Although these food items were sold exclusively at government-run supermarkets, all citizens could shop there. Not surprisingly, government employees preferred them over privately owned grocery stores and supermarket chains.

For the prisoners, this system gave them an opportunity to make real restitution and become better people in the process. Instead of simply being a just punishment for a crime committed, the sentence was also a practical way to prepare them for life on the outside. For those who opted to return to civilized society after completing their sentence the task of finding a good job in the real world was simple and easy—preventing the majority of prisoners from backsliding into a life of crime. For innocent, law-abiding citizens it was also a welcome relief. For many employers, hiring a former inmate of the Sin City Prison System meant adding a good worker to the payroll.

 

So that’s a brief overview of the Salvation Time Justice System. It’s also important to keep in mind that 400 years into the future the spiritual nature of man is in control of his animal nature — at least in terms of the 90% who are law-abiding citizens and hard-working producers. And in Salvation Time, politicians are mere pencil-pushers who’ve been stripped of the formidable power, influence and wealth they had during the End Days. So when I say that something is “government-run” in Salvation Time, that government is a very limited one that actually works on behalf of individuals, not against them. It’s a concept that’s difficult to wrap our heads around given the current state of the privileged and permanent political class but I’m confident when you read my entire book, you’ll see that.

Any comments or questions? Please let me know. And thank you for reading.

Salvation Time and Reincarnation

profile_250x250For many readers, especially the devoutly religious, the concept of reincarnation in my novel might be problematic. Although I’ve always questioned my own traditional Jewish upbringing, it wasn’t until my experience of “crossing over” to the other side following my motorcycle accident that I realized God truly did set up souls to incarnate over countless lifetimes. The purpose behind it is to give the soul multiple opportunities to grow closer to God and advance with each new lifetime. Before being born, a soul chooses the circumstances of his or her life including sex, race, sexual orientation, country, family, health challenges, money issues and just about everything that affects material existence. Yes, we also have free will. Which means we also have the ability to rise above these circumstances. As human personalities and mind-beings, we’re not allowed to remember everything our souls have chosen to experience in a particular lifetime — at least not consciously.

Why?

Because if we already knew everything, there would be no chance to learn, grow and move ahead in our spiritual development.

That’s why legitimate practices like Past Life Regression Therapy can be very helpful. We have the God-given tools to aid us in our spiritual development which includes learning how to confront evil and choose courage over fear as Eyal Grad’s grandfather explains in Step Two during a discussion about Hitler and the Nazis:

“Saba, how could God approve something so diabolical and wicked?” Eyal asked incredulously. “As you yourself stated, these victims were innocent people. Why did God allow Hitler and his minions to commit massive genocide?”

“Well Eyal, from your perspective I can understand how it appears that way. And yes, what the Nazis perpetrated on earth was pure evil; there is no argument about that. However, you must also remember that before they were born into their earthly bodies, the souls of those the Nazis terrorized purposely selected this mission on earth. They saw their entire lifetime long before they ever took human form. We also have to keep in mind that God endows all human beings with free will. Hitler and his men used their free will to torture and murder millions; we the targets of his hatred, however, failed to exercise ours. Or more precisely, we failed to use our free will to do the right thing. We chose fear over courage; cowardice over rebellion. Instead of fighting, questioning or resisting, we got used to being the world’s scapegoats and figured, ‘It won’t be so bad.’

We could not have been more wrong.

“Instead of seizing the chance to confront evil as God wanted us to do, we simply went along with it. Even if the end result had been the same, the lesson we learned in that lifetime is that it’s far nobler to go down with a fight than to become submissive sheep, easily led to slaughter.

“If only we had banded together and used common sense, we might have been able to save ourselves. By choosing to meekly obey the Nazis and forget that we are also children of the One Creator worthy of dignity, respect and life, we failed the test for that incarnation. God challenged us and we fell short.”

After pondering his grandfather’s words, Eyal asks another valid question:

“Saba, have any of these souls who were once Nazis reincarnated since then?”

“Oh yes Eyal,” he answered confidently. “Depending on where they were in their own development, some of these former Nazi souls came back in the next lifetime as sick, homeless Haitians to make up for what they’d done. Others opted to return as religious fanatics—suicide-bombing Islamists in one lifetime, rigid orthodox Rabbis in another. Remember, life is an eternal opportunity to learn, grow, repent and move closer to God. The cycle is endless.”

Unlike many who believe in reincarnation today, I am not espousing moral relativism: far from it. Evil is evil and must be confronted, defeated and atoned for by those who commit it. That may be another reason why people who believe in individual liberty and limited government take issue with the concept of reincarnation. But for me it’s about understanding why God allows ten percent of the population of incarnated human souls to come to earth truly demented. It’s to teach the rest of us a lesson about standing up to evil and doing the right thing. For those souls who commit heinous crimes against humanity, in addition to an earthly punishment (I’ll post about my concept of a fair justice system soon), they also reincarnate under very dire, lowly and challenging circumstances, e.g. as a homeless person in the next lifetime to truly make reconciliation and understand why their actions were wrong.

In another post I’ll address one of the criticisms I received from a beta reader, and that is the concept of the Armageddon Commission and the sentencing of descendents of the world’s biggest evil-doers to Arusha, Africa for the Race Unity Experiment. I promise there’s a very good reason for that.

Please stay tuned because the book will be published shortly and I’ll make the announcement here. As always, I welcome comments on this and all of my posts. Thank you.