End of Days by Sylvia Browne

The name is apathy.

It’s a fact that “evil prevails when good men do nothing.” Too many have been doing nothing for far too long, and what could be more “anti-Christ” than to take the position that poverty, hunger, injustice, and abuse of the planet and its inhabitants are none of our business, or that we’re just too busy to do anything about it? Apathy is a luxury we can’t afford any longer, nor do we want to, because in the end it will destroy us.

As spirituality on Earth takes firm root in this century and begins to thrive—as each of us finds our God center and, by definition, we become more Christlike—the Antichrist of apathy will be driven away. A day will come when we can’t imagine not taking care of each other and this world that’s been entrusted to us.

And it’s completely up to us how far in the future that day is, and how long we’re going to tolerate the Antichrist in our midst by doing nothing.

Arriving on the Other Side

We hear so often about the tunnel and the brilliant white light at its end we have to look forward to when we die that it almost creates the impression that our journey Home stops there. But of course the journey only begins there. And I think it’s unkind at the very least that so few discussions of the end of days address the question, “And then what?”

The answer is, “And then we pick up our real lives again, right where they left off.”

Just as all roads lead to Rome, according to the old saying, all tunnels lead to the entrance to the Other Side. No matter where on this earth we leave our bodies, we all take exactly the same trip to exactly the same place. We emerge from the tunnel to find ourselves in a breathtakingly beautiful meadow. Waiting there to greet us are deceased loved ones from the life

 

 

 

 

 

we’ve just left behind, as well as friends and loved ones from all our past lives, on Earth and on the Other Side. Our Spirit Guides are there. Our true soul mates are there. And best of all as far as I’m concerned, every animal we’ve ever loved from every lifetime we’ve lived is on hand, with such pure, urgent joy that the people waiting to welcome us have a hard time making their way through the happy crowd.

Beyond the meadow, and our glorious “welcome Home” party, is a gleaming cluster of massive, gorgeous structures that are essential to our transition from Earth to the Other Side:

  • The Hall of Records, with its towering marble columns and glittering dome, which contains, among other things, every chart of every incarnation of every one of our lives on Earth;
  • The Hall of Justice, pillared, domed white marble, most revered for its impossibly beautiful gardens and its treasured statue of Azna, the Mother God;
  • The Towers, twin monoliths of white marble and blue glass, where extra care is provided for arrivals from Earth who need special psychological and emotional help with their return Home;
  • And the Hall of Wisdom, with its vast marble steps and massive entry doors, to which most of us directly proceed from our thrilling wealth of reunions.

I promised earlier that I would describe the only judgment we’ll face at the end of days. It’s the same judgment we face every time we finish an incarnation and return Home, and it’s undoubtedly the harshest judgment we could ever imagine.

It takes place in a gigantic room in the Hall of Wisdom. Our Spirit Guide accompanies us to one of the countless white marble benches that surround the room. We take a seat by ourselves, with our Spirit Guides looking on, and begin a process that many near-death survivors recall but few remember in enough detail to understand exactly what happened.

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