My Theory of the Mass by Lynda G. Sterling

NOTE: I started writing this book years ago, before reading anything by Neale Donald Walsch, Tom Campbell or Dr. Michael Sharp. When I read the first CwG books, I realized mine didn't need to be written.

This is all I could find of it so far, I know there is more somewhere, buried.

Introduction
I had no religious upbringing. I was never trained in any religion. Therefore, I do not claim to have any religious knowledge or background. I wonder sometimes if that’s why I came up with my theory of the Mass. I had to have some explanation for life, the Universe, mysterious things like miracles, yet I could not consider “God” to be the reason for these occurrences. I could not believe in a male God; a God who made man “in his image”.
I remembered reading somewhere that in the original language of the bible, there were no masculine or feminine pronouns. The same pronoun meant he, she, it and more, and the meaning was gleaned from the context. Somehow, somewhere, through the ages of men, something was lost in the translation. Most people had come to think of God as a male. Being female I simply could not buy this idea. I could not swallow the thought that the all-powerful force in this place could possibly ever have a penis.
You may notice I frequently use tired cliches. That is because I am truly not a writer. I am truly just a person with a theory I want to share. So let’s get on with it...


Chapter 1: The beginning
Once upon a time, there was an infinite mass of energy. All that existed was this mass. This mass was all that there was. God, the universe, Allah, Buddha, the All That There Is, none of these existed, only the mass. The mass spent millions of eons getting to know and to love itself. The mass got to know and to love itself intimately. Then one day the mass became bored. It knew itself well enough to know it had become lonely. It had become sick of being All That There Was. So the mass came up with a plan.
“As well as I know myself,” the mass thought to itself, “and I know myself well, I want to get to know myself better. I want to know how I will behave, given different circumstances. I want to know how I would behave were I born into poverty to parents who did not plan for me. Likewise, I want to know how I will behave if born to loving, generous, wealthy parents with servants and everything money can buy. I want to know what it’s like to be tall, short, skinny, fat, smart, dumb and so forth. I want to know how I would interact with different entities on different planets and in different time periods. I want to have fingers and eyes and to smell things, and hear. I want to try things and do things and go places and love. I want to experience everything and mull it all over. I think I will create myself some excitement.”
And so, the universe came into being. There was a big bang, or a spark, or whatever theory you like to believe about the beginning of time. And eventually people were there. And people were there through the ages. Smart, short, dumb, fat, all types of people lived all kinds of lives. They evolved from hunters and gatherers to conveyors of information. But people forgot one fundamental fact: they all were a part of the mass. They forgot that they came here to know one another, to love one another, and to experience things and live life.
Throughout this book, you’ll hear me say, “we came here to know one another.” I truly believe this is so. All of my beliefs about religion and death and coincidence and fear and true love, all tie-in one way or another to this theory I’ve developed of the mass. Through books that I’ve read and discussions I’ve had, I believe in reincarnation. I believe one soul can live many lifetimes, and that the time in between is spent studying. I believe the universe is one big giant schoolhouse, and everything we do while we’re here has to do in some way with our learning. I believe that enlightenment is a gradual process, one each of us does on his own. It will be my goal, through the course of this book, to explain why I believe as I do.

Chapter 2: Visualization
I started learning about creative visualization approximately ten years ago. Ever since I learned we only use ten percent or less of our brainpower, I believed the additional 90% must be for something phenomenal. If we can accomplish as much as we have using less than one-tenth of our brain, imagine what could be accomplished if we were operating at full capacity! Or even at ninety percent! I have long believed that extrasensory perception is more than a likelihood, but fact. I believe I have experienced telepathy myself, as well as hearing the voice of my inner self. I believe in the forces of prayer and visualization, in everyday aspects of life. I believe that, more than just “positive thinking” it is possible to do things with our minds. I believe we can act as clear channels for love, and I believe those who do are immortal. I believe it is possible to live together in peace and it is my hope that this book will encourage that.
Anyway, I believe it is possible, if we think the right thoughts, to actually make things happen in our lives. I can’t believe it is coincidence that ten years ago I started dreaming of, wishing for, whatever you want to call it, a house and a dog and good cars. I find it so humorous, when looking over old notebooks, how perfectly everything happened. I can’t thank Shakti Gawain and Sanaya Roman enough for writing the books that I read. Gradually I realized whatever I spent the most of my time thinking about, or wishing for, or just concentrating on like a laser, would actually come true for me in time. I first visualized being a writer, then a professional gambler, and eventually a self-made, independently wealthy, altruistic and generous multi-billionaire who donates to charity and gives homeless creatures a home. So far I’m a writer and a pretty good gambler, but the billions are slow to arrive.

Chapter 3: Fear of Death, after Death, Crossing Over and Mom
I have long believed it is possible to communicate with the dead once they’re gone.
For most of my life I’ve been interested in people who claim they can “Speak to the Dead.” I don’t think it’s a small coincidence that I am alive in the time that I am, because more and more authors and books on the subject have come along since I first had these feelings. I used to pillage the TV guide listings for talk shows featuring Sylvia Browne or John Edward. I was particularly fond of James van Praagh, with those beautiful, honest blue eyes. I had the good fortune to sit for John Holland in Boston and through him, my Mom gave me a rose.
All the books I’ve read about near death experiences confirm what I’ve come to believe. When we die, at the moment of death, foremost we don’t feel a thing. There is no pain associated with the moment of death, just an incomprehensible freedom and love. There is the freedom of being out of our physical bodies and the remembering of what we once were. There is the overwhelming sense of “having come home” and the powerful forces of love. There is the remembering of all we once knew as the truth, and the comparison to how we lived life. There is a life review, where we watch what we’ve done, and remark how we could have done better. There is a reunion with souls that we loved here on earth and the feeling of again being wrapped, enveloped, in the light of God’s love. Now, I said in the introduction, about God and all that, but this explanation satisfies most. Heaven, or most people’s conception of it, is basically what I believe too. You go home, you see the light and feel the love, and remember all you once knew. The very idea of having all of my questions answered invokes visions of heaven for me. But I had trouble reconciling my beliefs about after-death communication with my beliefs about life after life. If someone could be reborn, if my dog Sabrina could be the reincarnated soul of my friend Mikey’s dog Norton, then how could Norton’s soul still be in a place where he could be contacted by someone like John Edward? I had to devise a more clarified vision of what does it mean to be here. Then I suddenly read in a book the concept of multiple galaxies. Suppose for a moment you reached a crossroads in your life, a place where an important decision needed making. Suppose you then split, into two different yous, and each of you made one decision. This is a very difficult concept to grasp, I know, and I am still figuring it out for myself. But suppose every choice you ever had to make in your life, you actually got to live out both decisions? One of you, the you that you know, made the choice that you made, but just suppose if you can, that’s not all. Suppose you split off and you lived out both choices, and later you looked down both paths? This is why I feel that some of us have that uncontrollable urge to “see what I would have had” playing games. Whenever, in poker, I would fold and not draw, I had to check the person’s cards on my left who “got what I would have had.” Or in dice, like in Yahtzee, if you take the full house, would you have pulled four-of-a if you rolled on three fives? In my theory of the mass, there’s no need to worry! You go down the path you are sure is more right, and it all will work out in the end!

My theory explains why I felt such a strong bond with the people at work when I took my last job. I had interviewed for the same job nearly a year before but had turned it down because I was not ready to leave the place I was at. Ten months and three layoffs later, I was singing a different tune. So when I took the job and met all my co-workers, they were shockingly familiar to me, even though we had all just met. The multiple universe theory would say that I knew these people from having actually taken the job a year before, meaning that another me in another universe had actually been working with these people for the last eleven months!
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Edit - Just found a more complete copy - I will post when I am able.
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