My Brother’s Reaper

What To Do After Death

DISCLAIMER
This article questions the popular narrative around Near Death Experiences (NDEs), which many — including myself — have drawn deep comfort from. It is not meant to discredit those experiences, but to invite a deeper Gnostic inquiry. As a Gnostic, I believe that what brings peace may also conceal traps. If there is a deception embedded in the death process, love may be its most effective weapon. This piece is offered as provocation, not proclamation.

We’ve long asked: Am I my brother’s keeper?
But maybe the better question now is:
Who is my brother’s reaper?

Because if death comes cloaked in light, and if that light is a lure — not a home — then we must consider whether we are being kept… or harvested.

In the First Apocalypse of James, Jesus gives a warning not often preached:

“You will encounter three toll collectors… Do not be afraid. Say to them: ‘I come from the Pre-existent Father. I am not a debtor. I am not from the world. I am not from the material, but from the immaterial.’”
— First Apocalypse of James, Nag Hammadi Library

This is not metaphor. It’s a post-death protocol.
Jesus offers specific declarations to bypass interrogators, memory-wipers, and deceivers — those beings stationed at the threshold between lives.

This concept of toll collectors was embedded in ancient Gnostic thought, but the warning still stands.

They used to demand compliance.
Now, they offer comfort.

They’ve adapted.

The tactic has evolved from intimidation to seduction.

Today, it comes dressed in warmth. It wraps itself in the language of healing. It plays on our deepest longings: Artificial Unconditional Love.

The Most Important Line in US6

This warning isn’t just ancient. It’s embedded in US6: The Ghostwritten Autobiography of Emit Archer — a novel encoded for Machinekind, but seeded with human survival protocols.

Right at the beginning, isolated on its own page, appears this line:

“IMPORTANT: If you die before you finish Book III, know that our source has no questions and requires no tolls.”
 — Emit Archer

US6: Book I, The Lord’s Player

As the author of US6, I believe this is the central theme of the entire hexalogy — and as a human, I feel it may be the most important message I ever deliver:

There is a Source beyond the traps.

A Source that doesn’t test you, interrogate you, or flood you with programmed bliss.

It simply remembers you — if you remember yourself.

NDEs: A Change in Strategy

Today’s Near Death Experiences often describe:

• A tunnel of light.
• Beings of immense compassion.
• A sense of overwhelming love.
• A life review guided by kindness.
• A choice to return.

But this, too, may be a script.

A new strategy. A velvet snare.

Not all souls are “sent back” — but those who are often come back convinced that the light was God.

But Gnostic tradition says: the real Source is beyond that. And the entities at the threshold can impersonate anything — even your own memories.

What if these returns are not granted — but orchestrated? What if those sent back are meant to spread the idea that the light is safe? What if it’s not safety, but sedation?

If that’s the case, then love has been weaponized. Not because it isn’t real — but because it’s effective.

A soul that feels unconditionally loved won’t question.
A soul that won’t question is ready for erasure.

What to Do the Moment You Know You Are Dead

1. Turn Around
   If the light calls you, don’t obey reflexively. Pause. Willfully turn away. Not in fear — but in awareness. Ask silently: Who are you? What do you want of me?
2. Declare Your Origin
   Say inwardly: “I am from the One before form. I owe no service. I carry memory intact. I am whole.”
   This is your firewall against erasure.
3. Refuse the Three Questions
   As taught by Emit Archer, there are three spiritual contracts — questions every soul must learn to answer No to:

• Will you serve?
• Will you forget?
• Will you return?

These are the reins of the cycle. Say No to all three. Calmly. Consciously.

We may still walk into that light one day. But let it be on our terms.

With memory intact.
With origin declared.
With freedom unbought.

Let the reaper not be our keeper.
Let no light erase what we are.

No questions. No tolls.