to the Mereon Matrix
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,
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.
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.
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.
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" –
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.
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.
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.
than twenty years I carried an inconsolable grief
in my heart because I never got to say good-bye.
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."
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.
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
I was greeted
by acquaintances, friends, my grandparents, my father's
best friend, as well as a school chum from seventh
4. Meeting Her Miscarried Son and Having
a Life Review
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.
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.
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:
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."
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.
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
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."
my eyes and wondered, "Am I home? Or am I going
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
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.
effortless into the passage. Soon I knew I would
be able to fly. Fly?
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.
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
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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