Lynnclaire's geometric structure became of
interest to physicists and topologists who
developed from it what is called the "Mereon
Matrix" - an algorithm representing the
unification of knowledge which relies on whole
systems and was modeled from "The Pattern" seen
by Lynnclaire Dennis' during her NDE. It is a
scientific framework charting the sequential,
emergent growth process of systems. A dynamic
structure, Mereon provides insight and a new
approach to General Systems Theory and
non-linear science. Mereon evolved through a new
approach to polyhedral geometry and topology
that is related to the dynamics of the
polyhedra. It is related to a large number of
systems, physical, mathematical, and
philosophical. In linking these systems, Mereon
provides access to new relationships among them
and combines geometric and process thinking.
This book provides the fundamentals of such
connections for an ongoing search for order,
directionality, and diversity that is found in
this unity. It is written in clear language that
manages to connect diverse disciplines and in
doing so, makes a complex system easily
accessible and understandable. It will be of
interest to mathematicians, geneticists, and all
those interested in researching unity in science
and astrobiology.
What follows are
excerpts by permission from her book,
The Pattern.
I recall
precisely the moment that I broke the bonds of
this inimical world and was immersed in the
warmth of the light. Suddenly I was safe, warm,
and basking in the luminous sunlight high in the
luminous sunlight high in the alpine meadows of
Mt. Rainier. I was no longer over the Alps – I
was in Washington State. Somehow this made
perfect sense.
Here, in
a place filled with vivid and joyous childhood
memories, I took extraordinary comfort in the
firmness of the ground beneath my feet. With
gratitude and wonder, I wandered through the
valley, suffused with a certain knowing that I
had crossed a cosmic frontier. Was this heaven,
or was it perhaps some place beyond that
celestial other-world I'd always hoped to be
good enough to enter? All I knew – and knew for
certain – was that time and space were nothing
more than attenuated wisps of human invention.
Both were webs of light created in my
consciousness.
As my
being expanded I saw the cords of years that
bound me to the planet. The bond, which was
braided from strands of days, bands of months,
and ribbons of years, fashioned a nexus between
then and now. No doubt this was the mountain of
my childhood, but it was essentially different.
It was real, yet it was out of sync with the
abstraction of linear time. As I stood there I
realized that if time was all here now, then it
could not be a straight line. This could only
mean that there could be no such thing as a
beginning, a middle, or an end. Furthermore, it
was here that I determined that I was out of
time as well, even though I had a corporal
existence.
Never
before had I considered that there might be such
things as coexistent realities. Never had I
imagined that there might be concurrent realms.
Never in my wildest dreams had I thought there
might be a way to remember and feel different
times and events as if they were happening right
now. I realized that in life, death is merely
the other side of a threshold over which I could
not "normally" see. So, too, in death, life and
the land of the "living" were on the other side
of a very thin veil.
It
struck me that perhaps neither heaven nor Earth
is as black or white as I had heretofore
believed.
It was then that I
looked down at my body and with amazement
wondered, "Where did this gown come from?" I was
no longer bound in heavy, restricting layers of
winter wool, but was wearing an exquisite white
gown that appeared to be fashioned of a fabric
some master designer had created by splashing
star dust on filigree spider webs. I watched as
it seemed to float above my skin. It was as if a
million tiny wings kept it from putting even the
weight of a feather on my body. A sense of
lightness permeated my being to what I thought
must be a cellular – indeed a "soulular" –
level.
And then I heard the MUSIC. It was a tone so
sublimely perfect that remembering it still
brings me to tears. I knew then, and know now,
that I was hearing the symphony of angels, the
song of the universe, what some have called the
"Music
of the Spheres". All thoughts melted in its
melody and everything else ceased to be of any
importance. I closed my eyes and began to dance,
moving to the resonant vibration that coursed
through my essence. The melody seemed to issue
from a single point and was composed of one
verse, a song whose mystical tone my entire
being knew and sang. I bathed in its melody as
utter joy filled my being, and as the sound
washed over my spirit, I felt all confusion
purged from my consciousness.
Standing
beneath this euphonious canopy of grace, I knew
love was being awakened at the depths of my
soul. Moving with this aria of elegant mercy, I
began my return to the dawn of totality as a
growing sense of Oneness swelled within my
heart, mind, and soul.
Unspeakable joy filled my heart when I saw my
paternal grandmother walking down the mountain.
She approached me and enveloped me with open
arms. The last time I had seen her was the
summer of 1963.
For more
than twenty years I carried an inconsolable
grief in my heart because I never got to say
good-bye.
Now
we were together again in a magical place where
time held no meaning. As we talked of love, I
realized that it alone was real. We walked hand
in hand in a vacuum beyond the boundary we call
time. My grief disappeared as our love was
redeemed from what I had believed to be
oblivion. We walked in a sacred space where
earthly memory pictures were hung without
physical frames. We traversed a realm that for
many in the here and now defies logical
explanation or reason. Yet, I know that it is a
realm that is exceedingly real. It is a space
where grace knows no bounds and only infinite
love abounds. We only have to remember to make
it "real."
In
luxuriant warmth we moved on, drawn higher into
the valley, moving toward the Source of the
light. I made a single turn, and the meadow
suddenly became an amphitheater. On a stage that
seemed to be suspended in front of me, I
witnessed, with my grandmother, what seemed to
be an encore performance of my life.
Ninety
degrees to my right was what I perceived to be a
doorway, just within the range of my peripheral
vision. It was from this doorway that every
character who had played in my life's drama
emerged. In turn they walked to center stage,
where they faced me. As they greeted me, I
inexplicably seemed to understand the highest
purpose of our earthly connection. It was love.
I saw each person for who he or she was apart
from the descriptions I had previously used to
define each of them. As they taught me love, I
realized what an important role we play in the
development of one another's personality. I saw
how judgment, blame, and shame distort or
destroy one's sense of self. For the first time
I saw the depth of the impression we make on one
another's lives.
I was
greeted by acquaintances, friends, my
grandparents, my father's best friend, as well
as a school chum from seventh grade.
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4. Meeting Her Miscarried Son and Having
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One of
them most wondrous encounters came when my
maternal grandmother approached me carrying a
baby. I knew this child was the son I had
miscarried in the seventh month of a difficult
pregnancy in 1977. Seeing him brought a new
peace to my soul as I finally realized that this
child of my heart had fulfilled his purpose to
absolute perfection. Both then and now, in what
was truly a magical moment, his tiny presence
awakened a new measure of life within my being.
It was only upon this sacred mountain that
finally my highest self was endowed with the
peace required to end my grief and grant this
innocent infant his wings.
I soon
realized that time is not linear, but rather
composed of life's lessons, all of which I had
passed through. This panorama flowed over me
like a river of living water. As my previously
shallow awareness of love and life deepened, I
knew that nothing in my life or my death was an
accident.
After
each person shared his or her message, the
meaning of love, each one turned and exited
through another door located to the left of the
stage. I knew without a doubt that I would soon
walk through that door and join them on the
other side.
The last
person to walk on the stage of my life was a man
unknown to me. As he walked to the center of the
stage and turned to face me, I noticed that my
vision was no longer clear. Although I was
certain this was not someone I knew, I could
feel him at the depths of my soul. He began to
speak, communicating directly to my heart. The
message he shared that day was engraved on both
my mind and my soul:
"Lynnclaire,
you will be a catalyst for change, for
love. You will bring forth, hold, and
honor remembrance. You will bring to
conscious awareness the realms,
realities, and remnants in order that
the spirit may remember the dance."
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I knew
this was Truth. I also knew that I had never
felt so remembered, recognized, understood, or
loved. Yet, when he turned to leave, instead of
following the others and walking off the stage
through the door to my left, he turned toward
the right. As I watched him return through the
doorway from which he had entered, I clearly
recall thinking this was important.
Since
that day I've identified him as the presence.
Suddenly, the stage was gone and I was once
again out of time. I was a witness, observing
myself as a child ... I watched as my innocent
child-self ... began to dance across the
meadows.
Then, as I
contemplated this celebration of life, I saw
that in a single turn in my-her waltz, I-she was
no longer a child, but a thirty-five year old
woman dancing alone in the Hofburg Palace ... I
was once more in my magical gown, moving alone
in harmony with the MUSIC. In that moment I
chose to merge with that self and began to
dance. Each step drew me closer to the light.
Then, in
a sacred place somewhere before the light, I
found myself being held, gently rocked,
nurtured, and embraced in the arms of the one I
believed to be the presence. Whether this was a
guide, a guardian, a human man who has the
ability to walk between the worlds, or even an
angel, it does not matter. For still today this
memory is alive. The presence vibrates within my
senses and daily infuses my sentient memory
archives with love. I knew then, and remember
now, the warmth, serenity, and comfort I felt as
I was embraced in the arms of a long and
still-remembered love. As I was cradled in this
serene embrace, I was bathed in light. My spirit
was imbued with a sense of peace, and my soul
was engraved with the remembrance of a timeless
love.
As the
experience dissolved into the light, I found
myself again moving higher up the mountain. When
I paused to look back into the valley I saw
myself as a child again, this time picking a
bouquet of wild alpine blooms. As I-she waltzed
through the meadow, I heard myself-her singing,
calling out to the mountain, "I love you. I love
you. I'm home."
I closed
my eyes and wondered, "Am I home? Or am I going
home?"
With my
eyes closed, as if in a vision within a vision,
I saw my mother. I could not understand why she
was there. As far as I knew, my mom was very
much alive. Wasn't this "the other side"? I knew
I was no longer alive and felt that I was in a
space between the worlds...
It was
then that I saw the tunnel and knew with
absolute assurance that I was on my way home,
certain that the home I had long yearned for was
in the light at the other end of this
passageway.
As I was
standing alone with my grandmother, she told me
that I must make this part of the journey alone.
Filled with peace, I knew I would see her again
on the other side.
I was
ready, and without hesitation took my first step
into the corridor that led toward the light,
crossing an intersection that connected now with
forever ... Once I was inside the tunnel it was
as if someone at the other end was calling my
name, drawing me forward. I knew that this
passageway was taking me to the top of the
mountain, leading me home into the light. I was
overjoyed to be going to the summit, as all my
life I had wanted to climb to the top of Mt.
Rainier. I had never made the attempt, believing
that I would try and fail, or that I would die
trying.
I moved
effortless into the passage. Soon I knew I would
be able to fly. Fly?
The
light was getting brighter and warmer as I moved
through the tunnel. The MUSIC, the celestial
symphony, continued to fill the air with a psalm
of Oneness, played on unseen instruments of
peace.
I
arrived at the pinnacle and, standing at the
entrance to the light, took a single step,
leaving my right footprint imbedded in Eternity.
I entered a sacred space – a place where I knew
I had returned to my most essential nature,
where I felt wholly and consciously united with
all things and Source, where a soothing balm of
peace was poured on my spirit by an unseen hand,
an emollient so rich in love that to this day I
cannot fully absorb or comprehend it.
And
then, in one ephemeral glimpse, I saw the
Pattern, the single strand of the tapestry I
knew was the essence woven through matter in
every reality. Its design was so complexly
simple that I knew it could only have been
fashioned in the exalted intricacy of infinity.
Seeing
the Pattern, I knew I was looking at life
itself. It was light; it was time and space. It
was the energy of all matter, the heart of all
that mattered. It was the very essence of all
being. It emanated from Source, illuminated to
my mind by "the Source behind the sun" as it
moved in perfect harmony with all the universe.
As I prepared to meld into the Source of light
and absolute love, I knew with all my being that
the Pattern was the core of all substance. I
knew that the MUSIC emanating from the Pattern
was the song of my heart, a testament of
unconditional love. The single step I had taken
was the first in a dance that would take me into
the single point of Infinite light, which
contained the power of love that would forever
illuminate my mind and heart. I inhaled and
prepared to take the next step as the exhalation
of love, the Life Force of the Universe, carried
me home, when, without warning, the melody
screeched. Before I could move, a cacophony
assaulted me. A cold wind rushed past me, and I
remember crying out, "No!"
I knew I
was in a life-or-death struggle, this time with
an unknown adversary who had grabbed me by my
left foot. I was struggling with an enemy who
was attempting to yank me backward, pulling me
away from the light. I was enraged. I did not
want to leave. Yet, even as I was being dragged
back, I knew I had to remember. I twisted to the
right to look at the Pattern, knowing I must not
forget.
The
enemy was my loving partner, Steve. As he
frantically administered CPR, he pummeled my
chest, forcing oxygen to circulate in my body.
Later he would insist that as I reentered my
body, my wind-milling fists were empowered with
an otherworldly rage.
The
exact length of time I was "dead", in what is
often referred to as a near-death experience,
remains uncertain. However, making the ascent
from twelve thousand feet, where I remember
going out of my body, to more than seventeen
thousand feet would probably have taken more
than fifteen minutes.
Although
Steve was successful in reviving me, one thing
was certain – the woman he had brought back was
not the same one who had left. After learning
that I was in essence a Being of Light, I had to
come back into this world and reenter a dense,
physical body. Furthermore, almost every belief
I had embraced only hours before - that I was a
physical being, that love was outside of me,
that God was some patriarchal monarch sitting on
a marble throne somewhere in the sky, that death
was something to fear, that I was doomed by my
past, that religion and spirituality were the
same, that spirituality and science were
different – was no longer true to my experience.
Virtually every picture of "reality" I had used
to define my existence – not to be confused with
my life – had been cremated. The ashes of the
woman I thought I was were scattered on the
wind.
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