When some members in families don't bond, it is for the purpose of creating
a tension necessary for growth (in that family). Example: "Suffering creates
growth" (Charles Manson once said that in another form..."pain make grow ...
duh! Why that came to mind I don't know). Suffering may be necessary because
it creates movement/growth and we ascend into a place of higher
consciousness, within and without, the family unit. Families rarely
recognize this fact, of course, and Life can become like "Hell". Not bonding
in a family moves humans into a "higher" field of consciousness (though it
may not seem so). Because not bonding creates a tension within the family
unit that promotes EITHER growth or destruction within the family unit. (We
hope for growth, of course.) LOVE reunites all of us in the AFTERLIFE, and
families may be reunited there. Family members can try forever to achieve
"bonding" and never get there. Sometimes, within a family unit, there has
been an "accidental misplacement of Souls" which can create resistance, at
our human level, for any and many reasons, to the bonding experience. Maybe
"nothing happens" to families except growth, or it is possible that nothing
happens at all and the Souls move backward, as in dysfunctional families
that never can heal or learn to love one another, or change. "Mistakes
Happen. So also do Random Errors in terms of FAMILY PLACEMENT. " Wow,
that's what I got from Bomer, Mike. He's going backwards on the list of
questions. RANDOM ERRORS IN TERMS OF FAMILY PLACEMENT. Sounds robotic to
me, Sharron. (But it makes sense. Whoever sets the family placement can make
mistakes ... and growth does seem to involve some forms of tension or
discomfort. These are my thoughts. What are yours, Mike? Sharron (It's 10:30
pm, my brain is in a fog!!! Bomer, I hope you are loving this!) I am
November 17, 2007
Mom, he says, you asked me to tell you what its like to be here. I can always
see ALL of Earth—anytime I want to. I can see YOU at this moment. There's so
much! I miss certain images from Earth—things—but not with LONGING because I can
instantly create any experience I want. There's no physical feeling except as
one would make up in a dream. I can create anything, any feeling I want. We who
have crossed over can transition to earth in one second and SEE you—even be
inside your mind, and you may feel us in your bodies sometimes. We like to feel
you being happy—but sorrow does not affect us.
Everyone here lives among the galaxies. There are plenty of planets for everyone
to inhabit—you'll get your own eventually. Some are similar to Earth. There are
billions! We here are all benevolent and pleasantly detached. There is only LOVE
here, communion with other souls ... no conflict, only Love. Oh, by the
way—there is no such thing as HELL—only a belief in that system on Earth.
The following are emails containing Bomer's messages after Sharron completed the
final chapter of the book, at that time tentatively titled either
“Methamphetamine Angels“ or “AFTER.“ It was later decided to use “AFTER“ as the
title of the book and “Methamphetamine Angels“ as the title of the first chapter
of the book.
October 3, 2008
Am getting over the last of the pneumonia, feeling much better. Am e-mailing
you my draft of the last chapter of Methamphetamine Angels, as channeled by
Bomer, unedited. It's easier than going out to make copies right now, AND
I've put the whole book in order AND am enclosing a hand-colored print of “I
Have PMS“ for Beth—this is to get ME started here with completion. I've got
the angels here also but have to get some more colored pencils.
Your e-mails are so encouraging, I would probably never have done anything
without your encouragement, never put anything together, that is.
Anyhow, here's Bomer. I sat by his tree and wrote this as the ending of AFTER.
“Mother—you will have to piece all that we have exchanged here with God's
help and knowledge. As you know—“sequence“ occurs only on Earth. Every
thought, word, prayer or message in the entire Universe is actually
happening simultaneously, everywhere.
I invite anyone reading “After“ to contact me about events that may be
occurring here and elsewhere within the Planetary Kingdom of what we call
I have missed you, Mother! I am glad you have come back to me. Now, you are
somewhat compromised and wanting to be with Mama and Myself, because you are
sick and depressed. It is not quite yet your time. When it IS your time we
will come to you “in the blink of an eye“ and take you with us. You will not
be alone, you will barely notice the transition from the flesh to a new body
of spectacular freedom and mobility.
Meanwhile—try to enjoy Earth Life—though I know you find it trying and
sometimes impossible. But you must TRY. This is your last experience on
EARTH. Your last lifetime in human form. You and all of your fellow humans
are living in a kind of. quasi-dream state with a lot of stress-producing
baggage. Try to view your life as an awakened (temporary) dream/drama that
you have contracted to move through, and you will discover PEACE within the
drama you have chosen to create. There is peace within Earth Baggage, which
is inevitably growing heavier and more unwieldy.
There is such a sense of unreality about the whole business of Earth Life
... yes? Sometimes life seems like a movie which it actually is, and
similarly projected upon your senses and consciousness. SIT QUIETLY,
PRAYERFULLY, AND OBSERVE WHAT IS “REAL“! The laughter of a child. An
unexpected encounter with a loved one, or loved one yet to become.
Ask and you shall receive, Mother! Stay in the small, still moments. Pray. I
notice you appear to have forgotten how...“
I have given you some information about the nature of reality in these
writings. More will be forthcoming ... AFTER.
For the time being, learn to live with greater love, in the NOW,
Mother. Your nature is Love, as is Mine—and we were both wounded. Forget
the wounds—they are part of surrendering to Compassion, for yourself as well
Your friend, Mike, as I recall, wanted me to offer hope for parents who are
dealing with drug use and substance abuse, with their offspring as well as
themselves. So many parents are also hooked on prescription drugs!
Pharmaceuticals and street drugs can be used in an attempt to balance human
experience and capabilities and fuse them with knowledge and as well as
personal experience with God. Spirit. (Whatever.) Often pharmaceuticals and
street drugs WILL create a temporary knowledge of Spiritual Reality with
God. Neither, however, can bring about permanent evolutionary growth. But
these drugs can produce glimpses that may last a lifetime. I am not saying
“take drugs“. I am saying some drugs can bring about some transformation,
as well as psychosis and death. (Possibly.) My own experiences brought
transformation and great joy and knowledge—however, side effects ultimately
produced the death of my physical body. All drugs have the potential to
delete the life of the human body! Wonderful glimpses of the afterlife and
even some evolutionary growth may result, but the physical body almost
always suffers and is damaged.. My own death was, indeed, a partially
intended “suicide“. However, no one arrived in time to rescue me. I left the
outcome to God. So here I am!
It would be far better to legalize pharmaceuticals as they will be used
and misused anyway. Better to allow these drugs to be purchased as a
prescription, not as a street drug which may contain more harmful
ingredients. Some drugs are life-saving and necessary. Other commonly
prescribed drugs are toxic and ultimately fatal. There is no answer. No
solution, except for education ... perhaps. Fatality is, of course, the
doorway to one's New Universe. There is no “punishment“ awaiting drug users,
or suicides—despite your popular belief system. There is no punishment in
God's Kingdom! Truth! ALL is forgiven. Hell is here, within the Human belief
system. Hell on Earth...not in God's Kingdom, or the more evolved planets
in God's kingdom. No Hell exists except on Earth! Now, this statement will
be viewed as blasphemous by many. But, remember and be assured, my Earth
Mother—there exists only forgiveness and unconditional Love in the
AFTER. The beauty and happiness of such an existence is inexpressible by
language. I love you, Mother. All of you are loved more than you can
You will understand this ... AFTER.
October 5, 2008
Bomer: Ask and you shall receive. It's really like your asking and its
intensity is your wanting, your will (meaning all humans). We are all
“mini-gods“, remember that, in an evolutionary process. A RANDOM
evolutionary process. Our “GOD“ is one of many evolved entities, that
once was possibly human. We can become, WE ARE, our own personal God
within, depending on our belief system—we have much more power to
determine our lives than we think!
(Mike, I'm just typing fast as I can,
not saving any of this.) We can improve upon the GOD within
ourselves—our “soul“—and be happier. We can
recreate and improve on that personal God, whom we are also—that exists
within us. Every one of us. We have to learn to control our thoughts and
belief systems! Each one of us is actually a part of God and will one
day have our own universe. We suffer because we don't know how to manage
our “Godness“ yet.
(Well, I am so “spaced out“ with this channeling I
can barely type! I have to stop now and go “hug a tree“ or do something
to keep me in my earth-baggage body ... Love, S.)
Other Poems and Conversations
The following are poems by Sharron Rose and emails between Sharron Rose and Mike
Burch which are not directly related to Bomer, but may be of interest to
Remembering the Holocaust
Coffee is precious.
Even the khaki stems
of rooted weeds
that once were chard
and beans are precious
in our garden.
Rotted fruit is taken
as a prize from winter's
My parents told me of
the Great Depression—
fed me oleo on sugared
crusts, told me how both
men and children stood
in bread lines. while women
ironed in factories.
Old or pregnant—
it didn't matter.
that sugared crust for me
was elegant as wedding frosting.
I ate voraciously and dreamed
of Hitler's deathcamps.
At four years old I saw my Father's photographs
of families: murdered, naked, heaped in Hitler's deathcamps.
My Grandpa's memorabilia. His photographs, his surgeon's
knives and microscopes—MINE to be left alone with.
To contemplate. And today I've found his photographs!
The first atomic bomb, exploded over Hiroshima—
my Father's legacy. His war medals profoundly beautiful
coffined in a drawer. Why do I awake and write war stories
only days before Christmas? Remembering what created
Who I Am today. My closet full of molding memorabilia,
photographs too painful to release from pages, black, faded
now—ash colored, ragged. I understood nothing of murder then.
Yet dreamed myself among those deathcamps, coiled with naked others,
holding my son and daughter. Screams. Cries. Sounds of moving machinery.
our bodies tractored upon one another like garbage. I smelled Death
and witnessed the destruction of a Human population—throat to throat,
socket to socket. And THIS Christmas those photographs remain
in the grave of a tin shed in Santa Barbara, rotting memorabilia
too terrible to touch or think upon. I recall that lifetime separate
from any other memory. Holding me solid, somehow, in this shroud
of Human flesh that I must consider purposeful—that which I
cannot step away from. Nor those moldering photographs, wearing
my Grandfather's and my Father's name.
(Memories from a past life)
March 8, 2008
don't believe I ever told
the entire truth about the visitation in Spain—no
one knows—nor did I write it—because
it sounded arrogant (almost)—meaning why should
such a thing happen to me? Who am I! Not a saint, FOR SURE—no
one special—just very isolated and focused on
God. I had seen many angels and the Above Ones and ETs, but that encounter
spoke through my education and fear and the BEING said IT was the HOLY
SPIRIT. That we never die, that there is nothing to fear—BUT
the experience was so INTENSE I feared I would die from—what—“fear
of the unknown and the intensity of the vibrational frequency“ that
permeated my body and My soul. I told you I picked up (heard them in my
ears) radio signals for weeks after. I could hear various programs. Any
electrical appliance I touched sparked—greatly!
I am a coward—there is no doubt—and
since it was written up in my thesis I particularly did not want to say the
Holy Spirit or God itself spoke to me a message for all mankind—because
that really sounds crazy. Why me? Perhaps because I was so focused and
ALONE. Perhaps I wanted that—called out to God.
It was God or the Holy Spirit, whatever one wishes to call it that came to
me that night and even asked to show itself. It said—to
reiterate—“Even Hitler did not go to Hell. There
is no Hell. There is only (in actuality) LOVE. UNIVERSAL LOVE.“I was a
coward. I was so scared I asked it NOT to reveal itself to me, and to go
away, because my nervous system was going so berserk with an indescribable
vibrational frequency. IT GAVE me medicine thru my crown chakra when I asked
it to—to calm me—not
any medicine we know. I now wish I had been courageous, instead of a coward—because
IT wanted to reveal itself to me visually. It identified itself as The Holy
Spirit or God, and said that I was to tell everyone I knew about what
happened, and that THERE IS NO DEATH. I asked about Hitler, and the Holy
Spirit said. “EVEN HITLER LIVES ETERNALLY. THERE IS NO DEATH. THERE IS NO
HELL“. I pray it happens again to me while I am alive—this
experience, and I shall not be a coward. If only I could be so blessed. It
mentioned It was of an Energy not known on Earth—more
powerful than any other. More so than the neutron bomb energy. It must've
thought that was the most I could relate to, so it mentioned that. Above all
It spoke of LOVE. If I could experience again THAT LOVE, I WOULD ASK IT TO
MATERIALIZE. All I can say was that I have never experienced a LOVE like
that. Completely forgiving, non-judgmental. I was such a coward, and I
regret that. But I was afraid my nervous system would not hold up if I
actually saw IT. When you mentioned today about the Angel—I
thought of that experience again, Mike. I have never shared all of this with
another soul. IT WAS GOD/HOLY SPIRIT/SOMETHING BEYOND IMAGINING. I thought
of Moses—how terrified he was with the burning
bush and all. My BODY had such scary sensations because of the ENERGY that
was not of this EARTH. My concern was always that people would think I was
nuts if I actually said GOD VISITED ME AND OFFERRED TO REVEAL ITSELF TO ME.
IT SAID THAT THERE IS NO HELL, NOT EVEN FOR HITLER. THERE IS ONLY LOVE and
all else doesn't matter. Some years later I was very ill with ... something
... I could not bear any more nausea. I felt the Above Ones, well, above me,
and I asked aloud—“Please,
I am too weak for
anymore nausea. I fear I will die.“They very lovingly stopped the nausea,
led me to my bed where I rested for a time—then I
resumed that terrible throwing up later when I was stronger. There were many
of them and they were so loving and compassionate. It was not an Angel, nor
an Angel of God, that came to me that night in Spain. It was God itself, The
God that came to Moses, to Others. I think we humans are not “wired“ for
experiences like that—though Dr. Richard Moss
had an identical experience, which we discussed when I came back to
California. GOD LOVES US. THERE IS NO HELL. WE ALL GO TO GOD, no matter what
sins we create. This is surely blasphemy. So I have told no one. Except
you. WHY DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME? Because I so wanted to know GOD. Then when
the opportunity came, the feelings in my body were too terrifying. To be
terrified of such a GREAT LOVE. It was very polite—WHEN
I SAID—“NO, DON'T SHOW ME YOURSELF“—It
peacefully backed away. You are the only person in the whole world who knows
this was no angel. I KNOW ANGELS—and this was
the Holy Spirit. Having worked as an art therapist at Camarillo State
Hospital, I am well acquainted with psychotics. I myself am bi-polar—which
I believe often leads us to spiritual events as well as wanting to help
others. It is a blessing, being bi-polar in the sense that it allows us
great extremes in experience. These experiences are real. I handled it! And
now I pray it will come again, one day—and I
will not be so cowardly. I told my Mother about it, though not so
dramatically. Perhaps that is why she died so peacefully.
P.S. I did tell my husband in great detail about what happened. Though we
were not on the “same page“ ever—he was very
excited and happy. My mom and Monty's mother, whose work was about making
spiritual films (The Elda Hartly Film Foundation) even thought I was
nuts. My husband, on the other hand, who had no specific quest for
spirituality or God—thought what happened was
very cool and said he wished it would happen to him. Actually—Mike—you
can share this with others. Love, Sharron