There are people who once again had a chance to communicate with their deceased relatives, and they not only conveyed that everything is fine with them, but really suggested how to be in this or that situation. This collection contains the most interesting real stories of people who, in their opinion, had a chance to receive a message from the other world.
Always there
“One clear autumn morning, my daughter Laura went to get her brother's snowboard to take some great pictures with him. Unfortunately, Josh died in a motorcycle accident back in the summer, and Laura, as an avid snowboarder, decided that his board must be present in future photos. The photographer found the ideal location for the shooting - it was a huge wall of a house with graffiti all over its wall. When he looked into the lens to take a picture, his face became surprised. He pointed a finger just above Laura's head, where Big Brother's Watching was written on the wall in large letters. I knew right away that this was a message from my Josh. How nice it is to know that Laura has her own guardian angel. ”- Lynn Elsner, Missua, Montana. Sign from the nephew who saved from tears
“My 21-year-old nephew Marki died of cancer in February 2013. Overwhelmed by this news, I drove home on the highway in my car. Tears poured from my eyes, and I began to speak from Mark that he would give me a sign that everything was fine with him, and he no longer felt pain and was happy. At that moment, a silver Lexus drove around me, the license plate on which one hundred percent coincided with the initials of the Brand - MHR. I was happy because I knew it was a sign from my late beloved nephew. Thank you buddy. I will always remember you and how courageous you were at 21. I love you. ”- Robin McCain, Plymouth, Massachusetts. Happiness on a plate
“I recently lost my son. My grief can only be understood by someone who, like me, has lost loved ones and loved ones. It was my first Mother's Day alone. My son and I were very close and even sometimes joked that when one of us dies (I added that I will be the first), he will definitely contact the living one to say that everything is fine. That day, late in the evening, I heard a very loud, almost deafening noise below. When I went downstairs, I found that a bunch of Mother's Day holiday plates had been broken. When I started cleaning, I was surprised to notice that one plate remained unharmed, although it lay under the entire pile of debris. When I picked it up, I could not hold back my tears. It read Happy Mother's Day. It was a sign. Thank you son. ”- Carol Gavigan, Illinois. Unexpected call
“My husband passed away at 58 on December 9, 2014, and on the same day, 41 years earlier, his mother died. On the anniversary of his death in 2015, I received a strange text on my phone: “I'm thinking of you,” flowers and many calls from friends and family. In the afternoon of the same day, my phone rang twice, and I was shocked by what was displayed on the screen. To my surprise, bordering on shock, my husband's name and number flashed on my cell phone. Besides that, I never got any calls from him again. ”- Eva Dreucci, Washington, PA. A gift from mom
“While walking around the mall, I found a credit card. After picking it up and going to the nearest guard, I announced my find. He replied that the woman who dropped this thing left her cart and went to the car to look for this particular card. I decided to wait for her next to the guard, and when she arrived, I asked her for her last name and first name to check the initials on the credit card. When I gave her her thing, she said that she prayed to her mother, who had recently died, to help her find her missing. We got into a little conversation with her, and I said that my name was Claire. She replied that her mother's name was also Claire. Coincidence or not? " - Claire Salem, New City, NY. Alexander begins his extraterrestrial conversation ...
- My dear Elochka, I am infinitely happy that the Lord allowed us to communicate. You can convey everything I say to all people.
My life goes on, and you and I will live it together, albeit in different Worlds, but together. At any moment, as soon as you come to the material and informational level, I can talk to you. Only those thoughts that you will consciously send to me will be heard, all accompanying, uncontrollable, thoughts, yours and others', will be swept away and not perceived by my consciousness. Only what you purposefully send me, I can accept and respond.
Your thought and speech are transmitted to my mind purposefully, at the same time you sometimes appear as a hologram. This is how our communication is happening now. While on my side. Perhaps later the communication will be more material, that is, you will also be able to see me and speak. As long as your eyes are closed, and rightly so. It takes time and experience for the connection to become more fulfilling. But the Mother of God said that it was possible, and of course, this prospect made me very happy.
The Mother of God these days was almost constantly with me, since I suffered greatly from the loss of physical communication with you. Now that the connection begins, it becomes easier for me. The Mother of God consoles me with the fact that you and I will soon meet in Our world. Coming soon by our standards. At least 20 more years must pass on earth.
There is time here, but it is very fleeting, as events change very quickly.
There is just a kaleidoscope of events. And everyone who lives in the Fiery World takes part in the dismantling of this kaleidoscope. Further life on Earth depends on this, since everything that they do not have time to harmonize in the Fiery World returns to Earth in even greater disharmony.
Each family here has its own relative, who tries to smooth out the unreasonable words and actions of his family members, so that his family continues, and there is a possibility of new family members appearing. I, too, try now to help our family, but so far I have been bad at it, since I have no experience, and much more painfully connects me with earthly events. I think that in the future everything will change, especially since our connection with you will deepen.
On the first day, when my Spirit in intensive care came out of my sprawled physical body, it became easy and free for me.
I wanted to scream with joy that this biomass does not hang on me and does not interfere with my life!
I visited home, saw you and my son and understood what you were talking about me, make plans related to the continuation of my treatment, not knowing that I have already died. Visited his apartment, saw the newborn, and he saw me.
Then I was pulled up sharply, and I began to watch how the Earth decreases before my eyes.
I saw another world, which consisted of many labyrinths and the space above them. I realized that I was in the Tree of the Family. And then They appeared - my Guardian Angels. I saw the wings with which they guided their movement in flight. They do not fly (as we thought) like birds in the air, but control energy flows, thanks to which they can find themselves anywhere in the Universe at any moment. They were full of the honor that the Mother of God showed me, since not everyone is honored with such long-suffering attention from her. Although she meets many, many, calming with her love.
I still simply perceived everything that was happening around me, without giving any assessment to the events themselves. My analytical mind was kind of passed out.
Then everyone left me. I looked around.
I was in a confined space, which on Earth could be called home. This building was an airy, in its ease of execution, castle, which consisted of many onion-shaped turrets. One of these turrets was mine. There was a constant light inside, depending on the state of my emotionality, then bright, then muffled.
There was furniture similar to the earth, but in lighter, futuristic forms. In principle, she was not needed, since I did not feel the weight of my body, and did not feel the need to lie down or sit down. There was a table, transparent, round. In general, all the furniture was rounded. Everyone who then came to me sat around this table on the sofa. They, apparently, were needed in order to fix their body in the space of the room, which looked more like the royal chambers, so it was free.
The transparent ceiling created the feeling of floating in the air, as they would say on Earth. There were beautiful wardrobes, which contained beautiful dishes, works of art and a lot of flowerpots, right in the room, there were a lot of flowers outside the room.
I have added all this beauty with what I would like to see. And that, in my opinion, enlivened, complemented the space around me. I thought about birds - and they appeared in the garden, in the hearts of all of us. The youngest immediately felt my departure, but their Guardian Angels steadfastly took the blow on themselves and did not let it into their hearts, since the child's heart is very weak in front of psychic strokes. And Guardian Angels whisper to young children more acceptable forms of parting with those they love.
The first earthly day was coming to an end. The light in my room was getting weaker and weaker, and my Soul in the new world plunged into the darkness of suffering for everyone I left on Earth. Most of all I missed you. Children and grandchildren are our growth. You and I were one whole. And I began to clearly feel cut off from everything that was you. And the places of our connection in a single monad were ulcerated and "bleed". Suffering overwhelmed my heart and Soul. I realized that by gaining freedom from the physical body, I lost you. And it hurts unbearably. And all the time I wanted to cry and cry to you.
I really wanted you to enter my current chambers and come to me, and put your divine, clean hand on my wounds in order to heal them with a new unity. But, alas, this was no longer possible. It is simply impossible and that's it. And this reality brought in a feeling of inconsolable despondency. So I met the first day on New Earth, Tierra del Fuego.
In the first days after the death of the physical body, I was on the Threshold of Paradise. It is in this place that the Souls of many suffering are found. The Soul weighed down by suffering cannot withstand the high heavenly vibrations. She must first be born again, realize all the joy of returning home from difficult wanderings, and come to terms with those temporary partings, under the pressure of living under which she is.
Everything around was beautiful. The ground outside my window looked the same as the ground outside your window. Everything - flowers, trees, and the heart began to be filled with this energy and revived, enlightened.
The second day began with wonderful news that I received from you, and which was confirmed by the Mother of God - we were allowed to communicate. This is a rare case, but apparently we deserve it, and this not only makes me happy, it inspires me to live a joyful life. My heart began to breathe and seemed to be beating again.
I began to emerge from the darkness of suffering, and the room became brighter. But I was still in a half-oblivion, which was often interrupted by groans and sobs, especially when you were crying. The sons bravely held back their emotions, but I saw how hard it was for them, even physically. The elder tries to support you, but he also needs your help.
Thank you for hearing and fulfilling my request - she took my body from the morgue and gave me the opportunity to spend the last night in our beloved nest.
Spending the night in your house before the beginning of a New life outside the physical world is to create a root, take root, gain strength, for further travel to Other worlds. Without the last night in its home, the Soul will for a long time rush about like feather grass across the steppe, until it feels the earthly strength that will give it the opportunity to take root in the House of its Father. You can, of course, bring the body to the house and say goodbye without bringing it into the house. The body of a person who has passed away does not always have the opportunity to spend the night in his house for the last time. In this case, the love of relatives and friends, friends, loved ones, which accompanies the Soul of the deceased in his extraterrestrial journey, is of great importance for the creation of the earthly root of the future Heavenly life. But what you have done is much better for the human Soul, embarking on a path forgotten for it.
If a person died not in his home, and his relatives do not know about it, then his Guardian Angels fulfill their role. It is they who create a situation in which a person anywhere can say goodbye to Mother Earth. His soul can say its "thank you" for giving her both an earthly body and the opportunity to live in the material world, to fulfill her tasks. At this time, the Soul will receive almost for the last time the earthly energy, which is very important for it in the Otherworld.
And only in the case when a person with his thoughts and deeds was on the side of Evil - rooting does not occur.
Earthly energy is also important for the Soul of a person, not only for the body of a mortal who goes into the earth to give everything that he received. The soul needs the Planetary energy of the earth, as well as the one of which it consists - the Divine energy. In the Kingdom of God, in the incorruptible human body, Divine energy prevails, and the Earthly Divine energy is a guest. But at the same time, without it the earthly Soul cannot be in the Parallel Worlds of the planet Earth.
When the body on the last night is in a person's dwelling, then through it, the already liberated Soul is filled with its own vibrations, earthly vibrations present in the house. Then they will help her to enter the planetary vibration. These are such vibrations as the energy of earthly love, kindness, mutual understanding. The love of those people who are near.
Especially blood relatives. When a loved one, a spouse (spouse) is nearby, then the earthly energy of blood through the blood that is in the body of the deceased, fills the Soul with planetary energy, and gives an additional connection between the Soul and its planet. That in the future will help the Soul to be immediately more harmonious energetically, more powerful in Paradise. Faster to enter into the life rhythm of the kingdom of God. Attract more Divine energy to yourself.
I learned and felt all this here. That is why I am grateful to you for giving me the opportunity to spend the night, to be in your earthly home. Although, of course, it would be easier not to.
That night I felt the power of your love and light, without reproachful sadness. We have tied a knot, thanks to which we will be able to maintain and develop our connection with each other. Now it comes at the expense of the Divine energy. But the time will come, and I will be able to give my energy to work with you from here. I can feel it, I know it.
The third day began for me by entering the Gates of Paradise.
In practice, this only happens when the body is buried (burned, buried, given into nature). Everyone who had a connection with a person parted with his body. While the body is in the presence of people, while people are looking at it, a person's Soul cannot enter Paradise.
Mummies dug out of burials do not belong to this process, since the Souls of these people have long been in the Kingdom of Heaven.
Before the burial of my body, my Soul languished on the Eve of Paradise. As soon as everything was done, the Mother of God with the Angels led me through the open Paradise Gates to a place that can be called a maternity hospital or intensive care unit on Earth. Here a person is revived from non-life to life, when he finally, having gone through all the torments of the transition to another Reality, is born without pain and suffering, unlike the Earth, into the Kingdom of God.
But it is necessary not only to go through the Gates of Paradise, but also to adapt again in your House. On the 4th - 8th day I studied the world I got into, got acquainted with the people living here. I constantly felt concern for myself and a desire to help from others. All the time there were Angels around me, directed to me by the Mother of God. Often she, at least for a short time, came or showed herself to me to support me.
In the place in which I am now, the mystery of the transformation of my Personality is taking place, which will inexplicably combine in itself everything that I have gained during my last life on Earth, with all the achievements of Past lives. I am now in the process of this transformation, which began after the third day of my departure from earthly life.
I would especially like to note the ninth day, the ninth earthly day.
On this day, I had the right to descend from the Higher Spheres into the earthly dense world. In the Fiery body, which protected me from the Astral and earthly, negative vibrations, I could calmly exercise my presence on the earthly level.
On this day, the Souls of people who came from earthly incarnation descend again into denser earthly layers in order to taste again the Divine earthly energy and gain strength for further ascent in the Heavenly spheres. They need the Divine earthly energy in order to attract the Divine energy of the Higher spheres on the Higher floors of the ascent of the Spirit, like a magnet. Everything is interconnected. On Earth, the relationship of these flows within a person should be equal.
In the Higher spheres, the human monad should also have a harmonious combination of the Earthly Divine and Divine energies, important vital vibrations, which, despite the different frequency of vibrations, do not oppose each other, but merge with each other, giving it a rhythm, vibrations peculiar only to the people of the Earth.
Of course, the time of the ninth day goes for a visual farewell to family and friends.
I saw everyone who came. I felt and saw those who remembered me at home. And I was glad to see everyone on this day. To those who wanted to come, but could not, I am grateful for the desire itself, which, although it did not come true for various reasons, was. Good memory, good feelings and wishes are very important on this day, wherever they are carried out, at the table or outside it. All the words of gratitude, all the kind words for my good deeds, fell as powerful grace-filled blocks in my Fiery heart. And they created a pedestal for the growth of a New Personality, which would be weak and unstable without it.
I am very grateful to everyone!
Special thanks to my family that they did everything they could, to the limit of their capabilities, to take me from the Earthly world to the Other world with dignity, in a human way. I give a five-plus mark on a five-point system for carrying out such difficult, but also very important for the Soul actions.
People ate earthly food, sharing a funeral meal with relatives. And I tasted a powerful stream of human love and gratitude from everyone present, even when they were silent.
I will say now with full responsibility that these rituals are not a figment of a sick imagination, but a very competent help to the Departing. I checked it, alas, on my own experience. The collective funeral for the deceased gives him a lot of strength for future trials that the Soul goes through before it gets into the Kingdom of Heaven, and in the very Halls of God too. The power of positive collective human thought is powerfully felt by the Soul, conducts it as the winner of all tests that fall on it in the Afterlife. First of all, she helped me overcome the barrier of pain from separation from my beloved and loved ones. The realization that you and your earthly deeds are appreciated at their true worth includes some kind of pain reliever, albeit for a while, a remedy.
The heart begins to vibrate joyfully at the peak of suffering about the irrevocability of the one who is leaving. Suddenly, the feeling turns on that for the sake of which you came from the Immortal to the Mortal World, dooming yourself in advance to suffering, without which material life is impossible, if only because you constantly have to forever lose those you love, to whom your heart is attached - happened. And you, in spite of all your sins, leave forgiven, leave - a winner! Even now I want to repeat my favorite earthly phrase: “Hurry to do good! We must hurry to do good. Life is so fleeting ... ”And now I see that if you do it unselfishly, then at the time when you can no longer do anything on Earth, it will return to you a hundredfold human gratitude, sweeter and more important than which there is nothing at this moment. As they say - there is experience. And he shows that by doing good for others, no matter how it is expressed, you are building the future of your Immortal life in the Kingdom of Heaven.
The ninth day is a special day also because the Soul descends into its Earthly Home for the last time. After that, she will never be in him the way she was in her past life.
At the end of the ninth day, the “pleura” of the Cosmic Soul ruptures, and it absorbs with its power a New Personality, standing alone in front of the unknown Future, after its earthly incarnation. It absorbs in order to give it the strength accumulated during the entire life of the Soul on Earth, in different persons, in different incarnations.
Then, after certain transformations and assimilation, the young Soul becomes dominant, as more vital, filled with the earthly energy of the life that has just rushed through, and at the same time, all the good Divine that was dormant in the Fiery body powerfully fills, expands and trims the newly made Soul, making it extraordinary.
Now on Earth the time has come for new opportunities for man, and many can already leave material life in their Divinely pure Consciousness. In this case, a person leaves not just as a Spiritual and Fiery body, but as an Immortal Personality.
My Consciousness was partially illuminated, purified. It was this part of Consciousness that remained in my Personality and made me a Divine Personality, since in the next incarnation I will already remember everything that is happening to me now in my New life, and what happened to me in all lives on Earth. The knowledge of everything came back to me forever. This means that I will already live, fully realizing what and why I am doing, if I return to Earth.
At the same time, even a partially purified Consciousness gives a person the opportunity to go into Eternal Immortality and not return anymore to the streak of birth and death. The choice is his.
I remember all my last earthly life. I especially remember the warmth, light and love, the care that I was surrounded by. I repented of all my sins, and they departed from me. And in the Person I am now, they are not present, they do not suppress me. Memories preserved in my pure particle of Consciousness warm me, bringing comfort and strength.
And yet, parting with loved ones and loved ones no, no, and again tears my heart to pieces, responding with pain in my soul. Especially when you cry. And at the same time, I agree with you, calmness in such separation, prudence, and even more rapid oblivion - would have responded with even greater pain in my Soul!
I think that time will clarify, brighten and ease the joint pain of our separation a lot. The habit of being together will dissipate somewhat, and the inner unity of our married monad in this case will bear fruit. Unusual fruits, which are already hinted at in these letters.
- Hello, Sasha! I am also very glad to have the opportunity to communicate with you beyond the Earth world! Forgive me for not being able to write down your messages in the previous days. I just didn't have the strength. Now I will try to cope with this task.
Thank you for concentrating and covering all the events that happened to you there over the past 9 days. I am glad that you were not alone in the Other World, that the Higher powers did not leave you. The Mother of God was touched by such warm attention to you! It's even somehow strange, because you are a mere mortal, not a priest. And so much love! .. It calms me down.
Thank you for such a clear coverage of many issues related to the awareness of the right actions to help the Soul of the Deceased. Many who have done everything right will now know why these rituals are important. How they "work".
Thank you for everything, my dear! For the kind words! I love you and want to hear you every day, communicate with you and reflect everything that you say in our letters.
Sasha, I'm sorry, I feel the energies of the Mother of God. I think She wants to say something.
Mother of God.
- Sasha is now in a state of active adaptation. We allowed you to communicate almost immediately, so you can talk to him at any time. Many Souls are still just sleeping during this period of leaving the material environment. Sasha is actively involved in our life from the first days of his arrival here. There is a powerful transformation of his Personality at the moment. He has very good strata of knowledge of reality on Earth in the period of time going on it. The relevance of this knowledge is lost when a person ascends for a long time to the Kingdom of Heaven. Alexander's knowledge is preserved. This is facilitated by the fact that a part of Consciousness remained with him. This moment is very important for life in Our world. It gives us the opportunity to more materially feel the problems and achievements of life on Earth, and more substantively help many people and life itself in its continuation at the material level. There are very few people like Alexander, and if we take into account his connection with you at the level of love and mutual understanding, then the circle narrows even more.
Therefore, we value Alexander very much, it would be more correct to say we value his good health at this very painful time for him and try to help him with our love. He already knows the near future development of your relationship, your connection with him. It is very interesting and modern. It will contain the interpenetration of the Worlds through their Personalities, in this case through you and Sasha. Your connection with him will constantly develop, right up to full communication. Your task is to find words to describe all this. And his task is to give you energy and knowledge on a different, more material level than We do.
Now he has a lot of work. He gets to know our world. And it can only be recognized through labor. It is impossible to simply contemplate, without inner work, as it is done on Earth during a journey. It takes a lot of inner tension to appreciate and understand what you see. It is necessary to raise from the depths of the soul the layers of knowledge accumulated over thousands of years. And through their prism to make an assessment of what he saw. Only in this case, what you see becomes yours and falls into the treasury of your knowledge, in order to make it possible to see Our world even deeper and more interesting through the prism of the new experience gained.
Now he is going through the School of Life in Heaven, mastering on a new level everything that he knew before, before he was lowered into the World of low material vibrations.
Having received the experience of physical life, he discovered for himself the opportunity to cognize and receive new knowledge in the Subtle spheres in order to improve, strengthen and expand his Spirit.
At the same time, he will not lose touch with the material world, and through you he will be aware of it in a new way. Your joint work at this level will bring results that are important for both Worlds.
The fact that you cry, of course, very upsets him and knocks him out of a rut. But he himself is still crying. Your joint experience of the bitterness of parting only gives you strength for future interaction. Do not worry that you bring him additional suffering, that you cannot squeeze your heart and cope with the pain without crying. This pain from love and without reproach on your part in relation to him, ultimately will bring you joyful fruits of communication and will go away unnoticed when you build a bridge between two Worlds and give people a precedent for new relationships between representatives of parallel Worlds of the Solar System.
- Thank you Mother of God for everything! And especially for helping Alexander in these difficult moments of the life of his Soul! Thanks!
When Sasha was taken to the hospital in a very serious condition, I nevertheless hoped for a recovery. And as always I asked You to help him, You answered that, of course, you will help him, because he is your beloved son. I calmed down, realizing these words in my own way. Now I understand what exactly you already meant ... Thank you Mother of God. Low bow to you! ...
Alexander and Elvira Svetlova "Life Opened by Death"
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Tatyana Shatova from Moscow, a middle-aged woman, woke up one morning in a bad mood from a nightmare. Tatyana had a rather vivid color dream, of terrible content. I saw Tatyana in a nightmare as her husband drowned in the river. The dream was not like the hazy, incoherent dreams that she had experienced before. It was distinguished by the frightening authenticity of everyday life, and the events in it took place in a strictly logical sequence. “Like in a documentary,” according to Shatova.
Here is this dream.
Tatiana's husband and his friend lower the boat into the water, get into it and sail away from the shore. They equip their rods and begin to fish. A friend, when he began to pull the fishing tackle out of the water, leaned too much over the side ... The boat immediately capsized, and Shatova's husband, who cannot swim, soon drowned.
Pondering the fatal dream, Tatyana suddenly remembered - either yesterday, or the day before yesterday, her husband briefly mentioned in a conversation with her that he was going to go fishing next weekend. And not alone, but with his very friend, who, bent over awkwardly, turned the boat over in her dream! And Tatiana hastened to tell her husband about the terrible dream in all the details. And then she began to beg him not to go fishing - well, at least this weekend.
But the pleas were not heard. The husband, with a grin, said in response that, they say, he does not believe in prophetic dreams and that such dreams are an absurd and absurd superstition, nothing more.
And with that friend he went fishing. And he drowned.
Until that day, the salary of the drowned person accounted for most of the family income of the Shatovs. Tatiana and two children - son Valery and daughter Svetlana - were left without a breadwinner. The son was then nineteen years old, the daughter fifteen. All of them soon witnessed a whole cascade of frightening events that began to take place in their apartment for exactly forty days after the tragic death of the head of the family. And they are all convinced that it was the spirit of the drowned man who was odd, playing around the house for more than a month, giving news about himself. I visited their apartment and recorded in detail the eyewitness accounts directly at the site of the "contact incident."
Valery says:
- After the death of dad, mom put his photo on the sideboard. The day after the funeral, we suddenly discovered that in the photograph ... eyes came to life! The pupils in them began to move, following me, for example, as soon as I walk across the room. I remember that Svetlana began to have a form of hysteria when she first noticed that the pupils in the photograph moved from their place and slowly floated from left to right, and then in the opposite direction. At that moment, my sister got up from the couch, went to the TV, turned it on and then went back to the couch ...
We experienced this horror for either two or three days. Mom didn't want to take the photo away. It was the best portrait of Dad ever in the house. But finally she could not stand the "living gaze from the other world." I took the photo off the sideboard and stuck it away in the wardrobe, under my father’s old things.
Svetlana:
- And in the morning, the next day, we saw that last night, apparently, at night, someone damaged a plaster figurine - a female figurine that stood on the same sideboard. The figurine's hand fell off ... And that very morning, a natural horror began in our apartment!
Tatiana Shatova:
- In the morning and in the evening in the kitchen, the door of the wall cabinet opened by itself and immediately closed. I have timed it. The door slammed every 10 minutes. But most importantly, the effect of someone else's presence in the house began to put pressure on the psyche. All three of us clearly felt that someone was next to us.
- Have you seen him, this mysterious "someone"? - I asked Svetlana.
“Yes,” she replied without the slightest delay. As she spoke, the girl clasped her fingers nervously and shrugged her shoulders. A grimace of disgust and horror appeared on her face for a moment.
- In the middle of the night I woke up as if from a jolt. I open my eyes, I look, a human figure, black, smoky, is moving very slowly around the room. She is clearly visible in the light of the moon falling from the window ... I'm like a scream! A brother ran in from the next room, awakened by a shout: “What's the matter? Why are you shouting? " And then ... although, let him tell about the future.
“And then,” Valery said, “I also saw a ghost. A tall black silhouette is floating around the room. As if noticing me, he changes the direction of movement and begins to swim slowly towards me.
- Are you scared?
- Not. I was just amazed. I wanted to get a better look at it, and I reached out to the wall switch. A chandelier flashed under the ceiling. In the same second, the ghost disappeared.
- Has the ghost disappeared forever? Or did he come to see you on the following nights too?
Valery chuckled silently. His grin came out crooked. And Svetlana sighed noisily, and I noticed that her lips were trembling.
“The ghost came again,” she said, barely coping with her excitement. - And then again and again.
- And did this often happen?
- Yes, the fact of the matter is that every night!
- It was the ghost of the deceased father? Or, according to your observations and feelings, so to speak, an outsider ghost?
- It's hard to say for sure. On the one hand, we are sure that he comes, the deceased. But on the other hand, the ghost outwardly did not clearly resemble him. There was a resemblance to a person in him, I would say, in general. A wobbly smoky silhouette is all we saw.
Interrupting her daughter, Tatyana Shatova entered the conversation.
- In any case, it was a man! She said in a categorical tone.
I raised my eyebrows in bewilderment and asked again:
- The male? Why are you so sure? After all, according to your daughter, the ghost resembled a wavering foggy silhouette.
- Right. Foggy silhouette, - Tatyana did not argue with me. - I myself saw him several times. But after we turned on the light in the room where the ghost roamed in the middle of the night, we found wet footprints on the floor. These were footprints.
Hearing this, I was surprised. Moreover, I was very surprised. An ethereal spirit, a weightless smoky ghost, leaving on the floor not ethereal traces ... It was something quite unexpected for me, having heard dozens of stories about the most varied tricks of ghosts in the last years of my life. Marveling at what I said, I clarified:
- Were these footprints of bare feet?
- Not. The footprints of the soles of men's boots were visible on the floor. You see, male! - Tatiana Shatova repeated, raising her voice. - A chain of footprints stretched from wall to wall. Well, as if the one who left them came out of one wall, walked around the room, and then went into the other wall! ... Horror, isn't it?
- Truth.
- I measured the prints. The length of each wet footprint coincided, by the way, with the size of the shoes my husband wore ... On the fortieth day after his death, all this horror was cut off like a knife. The cabinet door in the kitchen stopped banging on its own from time to time. The black silhouette no longer disturbed us at night. Wet footprints on the floor have also ceased to appear. And the effect of someone else's presence disappeared.
- In this way…
- Thus, it was on the fortieth day that we were unequivocally convinced that the spirit of my drowned husband bothered us. After all, as the popular belief says, 40 days is the maximum period that is allotted to the soul of the deceased for the final and irrevocable transition from the world of living people to the world of the dead ...
In particular, Svetlana reacted hard to all these quirks of the ghost. She was literally exhausted, dramatically thinner, and began to feel worse and worse. On one of those terrible days, when the ghost of a drowned man roamed restlessly around the apartment, Valery took a photograph of his sister. I was taken aback as soon as I looked at the pictures. In response to my persistent questions, my son said that at the time of shooting he did not see what the camera had captured.
The picture clearly shows a stream of some energy, which either hits from top to bottom in Svetlana's head, or, on the contrary, flows from bottom to top from the girl.
Demonstrating the photograph to me, Tatyana Shatova said with a heavy sigh:
- So, Svetlana's health has deteriorated sharply. And it happened as a result - I'm sure of it! - some mysterious interactions with a cast. Maybe the camera has spied just these interactions? The ray of energy in the picture ... Does it serve as direct proof that the ghost of the drowned man has become, so to speak, "sucking" Svetlana? And until the 40th day after the tragedy on the river lived, existed in the world of living people due to its vital energy, its bioenergetic "juices"?
None of us wants to die, unless, of course, we are not talking about a voluntary departure from life. It goes without saying that a sane person would never think of such a thing. We all dream, make plans, create families, rejoice in each other's successes, build our own careers, preserve and cherish family ties - in a word, we live - and we are very upset if we lose loved ones. But is it really that sad? And what awaits us there after the end of life?
The topic of death has always been one of the burning topics in all religions and among all peoples. They spoke from her, they dissuaded her from taking the person to her, they were afraid of her, cursed, pushed aside for a while, expelled from the body of the deceased. In general, they carried out a lot of ritual manipulations, just so as not to fall into her clutches. People did not know what was there, on the other side of life, but they always tried to imagine it or predict it, creating their own pictures of the otherworldly existence.
The most ancient religions of Egypt, Babylon, India, Greece, many centuries ago, interpreted the immortality of the soul. The entire collective experience of humankind is reflected in this formulation. All religions of the world simultaneously asserted that there is life after death. This is confirmed by documentary sources: the Book of the Dead among the Egyptians, the Book of Death among the Hindus, the Tibetan Book of the Dead and much more.
But the Bible can be considered the most outspoken religious source in this sense. Jesus of Nazareth tells in detail about the life that awaits us all after death, about those states of the soul that we can reach in heaven.
Religion says that you should not be afraid of death and that real life begins only after it. The first Christians, with their sermons, plunged into anger and rage the Roman Empire, which dominated the territory of Europe. The Romans, considering death as their main instrument of influence, could not understand that for Christians this is a blessing and that they would not be intimidated that way. It was Christianity that raised all believing humanity to the highest level of compassion and courage.
People began to think about what would happen to them there, how their body would change and whether it would be necessary at all? Will they be able to remember everything that happened in this life, and will they not forget their relatives, friends and acquaintances? How will their relationship develop, will it be possible to influence them, communicate, protect them? What will they do there themselves? Will they be able to return, and if they return, who will they be again on earth? Will they remember their past lives?
Such questions have been accumulating for centuries, and for millions of people they remain important to this day. One is very hard going through the death of loved ones, while the other himself prepares for death and often thinks about what lies ahead. The third is afraid to believe that this cup will not pass him, and the fourth rejoices and prepares to accept his fate.
We would like to present to your attention a book by Helen Barker, Letters of the Living Dead, or Messages from That World, published in 1914. It is a collection of messages transmitted to the author by lawyer and judge David Hotch of Los Angeles using automatic writing after his death. Automatic writing, or psychography, is a form of writing in which a person, against his will, records on paper information coming to him from the outside. Such a desire arises spontaneously, and it is impossible to predict when it will take possession of the medium next time. This phenomenon has been known since ancient times; it existed in various parts of the world. There is information about the miracles of the appearance of mysterious inscriptions and inscriptions on the walls of houses, in documents or in the air, etc. There are two types of psychography - mechanical writing and conscious writing. In the first case, a person has an irresistible desire to write. He takes a pen or pencil and begins to write incomprehensible signs on paper, often he is in a state of trance. In the second case, a person does it consciously: he writes, draws, sculpts, but at the same time realizes that all this comes from the outside. He is given the power and the opportunity to comprehend his activities, this happens with writers, musicians and artists. Sometimes they themselves do not understand where the plots of the paintings come from, but they are unanimous in the opinion that these are not their thoughts, but someone else inspired them to them. Who is the author of all these messages?
In both cases of such an automatic letter, people receive answers to questions about their future, which then come true. Who sees this future? Who knows what will happen there, and why we, the living, do not have such discernment?
Helen Barker, a fairly well-known writer of the last century, in the introduction to the book says that she had never before seriously engaged in spiritualism, and Mr. Hotch was not fond of this either. The desire to take paper and write came to her spontaneously a year before the publication of this collection. She was in Paris and after a session of mechanical writing, using X's signature, she understood who the message came from. This was confirmed by her friend, who also knew Mr. Hotch. He was an old acquaintance of hers, who was at that time in America. After a while, having received another message, Helen Barker learned that Mr. Hotch had passed away a few days before. Hence, these messages came from the world of the dead.
Here is what she writes in her book about this.
One evening we were sitting with a friend who told me who Mr. X was, that was after his death. She persuaded me to try again to get a new message from him. I agreed not for my own interest, but in order to please her. It was then that the message appeared: "I am here, do not be afraid of an error ..." The message, like the first time, was written automatically, with gaps and in capital letters. The next day, my arm was practically paralyzed from the strain with which I wrote.
More messages were recorded over the next few weeks. I had no desire to get involved in this occupation, but my friend insisted strongly, because she believed that Mr. X. really wanted to communicate with the earthly world, and I had to overcome myself.
Mr. H. was an extraordinary person. A well-known lawyer who deeply studies philosophy, the author of many books, a person with high ideals. His enthusiasm served as an inspiration to everyone who knew him. He was 70 years old, he lived far from me, we rarely saw each other and never spoke about posthumous consciousness.
Over time, my bias against psychography changed to an interest in what H. told me about life in the other world. I had no bias towards this topic, since I had not read anything about it before, even the well-known “Letters to Julia”.
Gradually my hand stopped hurting and straining, and my handwriting became clear.
Initially, I wrote in the presence of my girlfriend, but then Mr. X. began to visit me alone. I often moved from place to place, and he found me in London, then in Paris. His appearance occurred at different intervals, sometimes it happened several times a week, and sometimes I did not feel his presence for a month. I was always too busy with my work, I wrote a lot and rarely thought about him, and even more so I never called him.
When I wrote down the messages from him, I did not understand very well what they were about, and only occasionally guessed about their content, since I was in a semi-conscious state, and sometimes, when I was laying down a pencil, I was generally close to a complete loss of feelings.
By that time I was already the author of several well-known books, and when it came to publishing these letters, the very thought of it was unpleasant to me. I am not without a vanity about literary reputation, and I didn’t want to be seen as a dreamer. At the insistence of a friend, I agreed to write a foreword to this book, which would indicate that it was written in my presence. This promise pleased her, but did not satisfy me in the least.
I was torn apart by two thoughts. I thought that if I published the letters without a preface, they would be mistaken for fiction and all the most important things coming from a deceased person would lose their value. If I point out that all this was recorded in my presence, the question will arise, whose hand it was written, and I will have to evade an answer. Having told the pure truth about how these letters were written, I will provoke doubts that these are actually letters from a disembodied person, and not fictions of my subconscious. But how to explain the fact that the first letter I received before I learned about the death of Mr. X. Now the question arises for me. Why, without any suggestion, did my subconscious choose the path of long-term mystification of its waking consciousness? After all, neither I nor my entourage knew about the death of H.
When most of these letters (three quarters) were written, I decided to either publish them with a preface and a detailed description of their origin, or not to print them at all.
Having made the decision to publish this work, I was faced with the question of how to print it, in whole or with abbreviations? I decided to keep everything as it was written, except for the instructions of Mr. X. on his personal affairs and the affairs of my friends. Sometimes I made corrections if the judgments were completely opposite to my ideas about the same issue.
Some of his philosophical views were completely new to me, and I came to their understanding much later.
What do I myself think about these letters? I can say that I have no doubts about their authenticity. In places related to my personal life, which I deliberately missed, there is information that I did not even know about. And the data that I had to check turned out to be error-free. Modern psychologists can argue and explain everything by telepathy, but who could telepathic? My girlfriend? But for herself, some of the messages also came as a complete surprise.
I want to remind you that the book has no scientific basis. I did not strive for this and clearly understood that all letters, with the exception of the very first ones, were written outside the "scientific testing conditions". The content of these letters as proof of the immortality of the soul must be either accepted or rejected by everyone, according to his inner experience and intuition.
I would like to add that if it were not for the trust of my friends in me and my complete trust in the source, this book would hardly have come into being. For doubting an invisible author or a visible mediator could paralyze this reciprocal work.
Thanks to these letters, I finally got rid of the fear of death. The belief in immortality was strengthened in me, and the otherworldly existence became for me as real as life on earth. I will be immensely happy if they give the same joyful feeling of immortality to at least one reader.
I always have an answer to those who will blame me for publishing these letters: I have always strived to give all the best to my readers, and these letters are all the best that I can give.
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Barker E
Letters from the living deceased or messages from the other world
E. Barker
LETTERS OF A LIVING GREAT
MESSAGES FROM THAT WORLD
Introduction
The book, which appeared this year under this title in England and belongs to the pen of a rather famous writer in the West, is accompanied by a preface, which describes all the circumstances that caused the publication of these letters. The author of the book informs first of all that neither she nor the "X" who dictated these letters never belonged to the spiritualists, E. Barker herself was completely unfamiliar with spiritistic literature and treated the issue of otherworldly experiences with complete indifference, never dwelling on them. During her childhood, she participated several times in mechanical writing with a planer board, and such platitudes were obtained that did not arouse any interest in her. Later, in the presence of a mediumistic person, she tried automatic writing several times, but was not interested in it and did not attach any importance to these recordings. She was many years ago at the insistence of friends at spiritualistic seances, but remained completely indifferent to this area of psychic research. Several months before the appearance of X's posthumous letters, she was asked to participate in mechanical writing using a planchette. The content of the letter was a prediction of a fire in the house where she lived, which came true with accuracy. These fleeting impressions - apart from a number of visions of a prophetic nature, which the author calls "hypnagogie visions" such were probably the majority of educated people of our time, was the entire spiritualistic experience of the author of the book. This circumstance gives it special significance and interest.
For the first time, the imperative urge to take a pencil and write came to Ms. Barker a year before the publication of this book, in Paris. Obeying the impulse, she began to write mechanically, and the news came out of a completely personal nature, very interesting to her, signed with the letter "X". After showing an interesting message to her friend the next day, she was very surprised. having learned from her that this was the name of the friends of Mr. **, whom Mrs. Barker knew well. But Mr. ** was at that time in America, among the living, and the message came from the other world. Shortly thereafter, the news came that Mr. ** had died in one of the western states of North America, a few days before the appearance of the message signed by "X" * 1. In what follows, I will continue with the genuine words of Mrs. E. Barker.
"Soon after receiving news from America about the death of Mr. **, I was sitting in the evening with a friend who told me who was called the symbol" X "during his lifetime; she began to ask me to try if a new message would come from him, and I agreed, more to please her than out of personal interest. It was then that the first message appeared, beginning with the words: "I am here, do not be afraid of a mistake ..." It was written with pauses and gaps between individual phrases in large and irregular letters but quite automatically, just like the first time I wrote with such tension that my right arm was almost paralyzed the next day.
Several letters with the signature "X" were automatically recorded by me over the next weeks; but instead of being carried away by these messages, I rather felt a prejudice against such an occupation, and only the insistence of my friend, who saw in them the desire of "X" to enter into intercourse with the earthly world, made me overcome myself.
"X" was not an ordinary person. He was a very famous lawyer, deeply studied philosophy, the author of many books, a man whose lofty ideals and pure enthusiasm were the inspiration for everyone who knew him. He was 70 years old. He lived very far from me, and I saw him only at long intervals. As far as I remember, we never talked about posthumous consciousness.
Gradually, as my prejudice against automatic writing was overcome, I began to feel interest in what "X" reported about the afterlife. I had no preconceived ideas.
Over time, the painful sensation in the hand ceased, and the handwriting itself improved, although it was never very clear.
At first, letters were written in the presence of my friend; but later the "X" only appeared when I was alone. It was in Paris, then in London, as I was constantly moving from one city to another. Sometimes he appeared several times a week; sometimes a whole month passed and I did not feel his presence. I never called him and thought very little of him in the intervals between his appearances, since my time, thoughts, and the pen were occupied with completely different tasks.
While writing these messages, I was mostly in a semi-conscious state, so before reading what was written I had only a vague idea of its content. And several times I was so close to a complete loss of consciousness that when I was laying down the pencil, I had no idea what I was writing.
When it first came to the publication of these letters, this thought was unpleasant for me. Having written several books, more or less famous, I was not alien to a certain vanity in the sense of a literary reputation, and I did not at all want to be branded as a dreamer. At the insistence of my friend, I agreed to write a foreword in the book, which would say that the letters were written in my presence. This promise satisfied my friend, but not me.
This kind of work was going on inside me. If I publish these letters, I thought, completely without a preface, they will be mistaken for fiction, and everything that is important in them will lose all its value in the sense of indicating the posthumous state of a person. If I write that they were communicated by means of an automatic letter in my presence, the question certainly arises, by whose hand these messages were made, and I will be forced to evade the truth. If I frankly admit that the messages were recorded by my hand and I will report the facts as they happened, then only two hypotheses will be possible: or, that these letters are genuine messages of a disembodied person; or that they are fabrications of my own subconscious. But the last hypothesis does not explain the first letter "X", which appeared before I knew about his death, unless we admit that the subconscious of every person knows about it. But in this case, why did my subconscious choose this path of long-term mystification of my waking consciousness, and, moreover, without any prior insight from me or anyone else? After all, neither I nor anyone around me knew about the death of "X".
That someone could accuse me of deliberate deception and writing in such a serious matter, I did not allow this and now I consider it incredible, in view of the full possibility for me to have a different, legitimate outcome for my imagination in the works of poetry and novel.
About three-quarters of all letters had already been written when I finally decided this issue. I decided either not to publish them at all, or to publish them with a preface in which all the circumstances of the origin of these letters will be frankly stated.
When the publication was decided, the question arose: should they be printed in full or made reductions? I decided not to release anything other than instructions on the personal affairs of "X" himself, on mine and my friends. I didn’t add anything, and only occasionally, when the constructions were such that they were the complete opposite of my own ideas about the same issue. I saved them as they were written. Some of his philosophical positions were completely new to me; sometimes I only caught their full depth after several months had passed.
If anyone has a question, what do I think about these letters myself, whether I consider them genuine messages from the invisible world, I will answer in the affirmative. In the published passages concerning my personal life, there were many hints and indications of circumstances that I personally did not know, and all that I was able to verify turned out to be unmistakable. If we assume the favorite telepathic theory of modern psychologists, then whose telepathy manifested itself in these letters? The friend I mentioned could not do this, since the content of the letters was as much of a surprise to her as it was to me.
But I nevertheless consider it necessary to mention that I have no claims to the scientific significance of this book, since this would require scientifically furnished proofs. Except for the first letter signed by "X" and communicated to me before I knew that Mr. ** was dead, all the others were written outside the "scientific-test conditions" as they are understood by the scientific psychologist of our time. As proof of the existence of the soul after bodily death, the content of these letters must be either accepted or rejected by everyone, in accordance with his personal characteristics, inner experience and his own intuition.
I must add that if it were not for my complete confidence in the source of these letters, and not for the same confidence of my friends in me, this book could not have arisen at all. For doubt, in an invisible author or in a visible mediator, would paralyze both to such an extent that their work could not be carried out.
As for me personally, these letters contributed to the final destruction of all fear of death in me, they strengthened my faith in immortality and they also turned the otherworldly existence for my consciousness into the same vital and real as our life on earth. If they give even one reader the same joyful feeling of immortality that they gave me, then I will be fully rewarded for my work.
To those who are inclined to blame me for the publication of this book, I can only say one thing: I have always tried to give the world everything, the best in me, and these letters, I think, may be the best of all that I can give ".
P and s m about 1.
RETURN
I'm here! Don't be afraid of mistakes!
It was I who spoke to you, and now I am speaking again.
I had amazing experiences. I begin to remember much of what I have forgotten. Everything that happened led to good: it was inevitable.
I can already distinguish you, although it is not very clear,
I have not seen darkness here. The light here is amazing, much more amazing than the sunshine of the south.
No, I am not yet very clear on the road in the vicinity of Paris; everything seems different to me. And if I see you, it is most likely due to your own vitality.
P and s m about 2.
DON'T SPEAK TO ANYONE
I am just opposite you in space, that is, I am right in front of you, leaning on something, probably a couch or sofa.
It's easier for me to come to you after dusk.
Leaving here, I thought that it would be possible to speak to people with the help of your hand.
I feel stronger. There is nothing to be afraid of - this is just a change of state.
I cannot tell you yet how long I have been in silence. It seems not very long.
This is what was signed by "X". Teacher helped me make a connection.
It is better not to tell anyone before the time, except ** that I have come, since I would not want to interfere with my appearances at any time and wherever I want.
Let me use your hand from time to time; I will not abuse it.
I want to stay here until I can come back stronger. Wait for me, but not now.
Everything is being done easier for me now than at first. My weight has decreased. I could still stay in the body, but it wasn't worth the effort.
I saw Master. He's close. His attitude towards me brings a lot of comfort.
But now I had better leave. Good night!
P and s m about 3.
KEEP YOUR DOOR
You have to take some precautions to shield yourself from those crowding around me.
You must shield yourself day and night with vows. Nothing can penetrate this wall - nothing that you will forbid your soul to receive.
Don't let these larvas of the astral world drain your strength. No, they do not bother me, for I am already accustomed to the thought of them. You shouldn't be afraid at all if you protect yourself.
P and s m about 4.
CLOUD ON MIRROR
(After the phrase was half-written, the writing was suddenly interrupted and resumed only after a while).
When you answer my call, wipe your mind clean as a child wipes off his slate board, preparing to write down a teacher's new task. Your slightest personal thought or fantasy will be like a cloud on the mirror, clouding the reflection.
You can receive letters in this way if your mind does not work independently, does not ask questions while writing.
This time, I was interrupted not by the creatures gathered around, but by your own curiosity - how the beginning of the phrase will end. You have suddenly become active instead of remaining passive, as if the receiving telegraph machine began to send its own message.
I have learned here the cause of many psychic phenomena that have previously amazed me, and I intend to protect you, as far as possible, from the crossing currents harmful to our work.
Once in the evening when I came to you, you did not let me in. Was it good?
But I am not reproaching you. I will come over and over again until my work is done.
Soon I will come to you in a dream and show you a lot of interesting things.
P and s m about 5.
THE PROMISE OF UNSPECIFIED THINGS
After a while, I will pass on to you the knowledge that I have acquired since the time I have been here. I now see the past as if through an open window. I can see the road I came along and can draw the road I intend to follow in the future.
Everything seems easy to me now. I could do twice as much as I do - I feel so strong.
Until now I have not yet established myself anywhere and move from place to place where I am attracted; I dreamed about it always when I was in the body, but I could never fulfill this dream.
Don't be afraid of death; but live on earth as long as possible. Despite everything that I have acquired here, I sometimes regret that my involvement in the world has ended. But regrets lose their weight in the underworld as well as our bodies.
And I will tell you about things that have never been said before.
P and s m about 6.
THE MAGIC OF WILL
You have not yet fully grasped the secret of the will. It can make of you whatever you want, within the limits of your size of energy: for in that unit of power, which is called a person, everything is either in an active state or in a potential state.
The difference between a painter and a musician, between a poet and a novelist, is not a qualitative difference; for each person contains everything, excluding quantities, and thus everyone has the opportunity to develop himself along any line chosen by his will. The choice could have been made a very long time ago. It takes a long time, often many lives, to achieve a certain art or ability for a particular kind of creativity that prevails over all other abilities. Concentration is the key to strength, here as elsewhere.
When it comes to willpower in your day to day tasks, there are two ways to exercise will. You can focus on a certain plan and bring it to fruition or not, depending on the supply of that strength. which you have. Or you can direct the will so that the best, the highest in the wisest of all possible planes was revealed by subconscious forces in yourself and in other "I". The latter path leads to domination over the entire environment, instead of domination or an attempt to domination over one of its particles.
In this circulation between the visible and the inner world, you, belonging to the first, tend to think that we can know everything. You demand that we play the role of predictors of the future, or tell you what is happening on the opposite side of the globe. This is sometimes possible; but for the most part it is impossible.
Over time, I will be able to penetrate your consciousness, as the Teacher does, and I will know all the thoughts and plans that arise and arise in it; but now I don't always succeed.
For example, once I searched everywhere ** and could not find it. It is possible that you must think very strongly of us in order to facilitate our path to you.
I study all the time. The teacher is actively helping me. When I have completely mastered your hand, then I will tell you about the life that is being led here.
P and s m about 7.
LIGHT BEYOND THE COVERED
Make a hole for me from time to time in that covering of dense matter that hides you from my sight. I often see you as a bright spot of light, and this is probably when your soul is feeling strongly or when your mind is full of strong thoughts.
Sometimes I am all alone; sometimes I am surrounded by others.
Strange, but now it seems to me that my body is quite material, but at first it seemed to me that my arms and legs were stretched out in all directions.
As a rule, I do not walk as before, but I also do not fly in the exact sense of the word, since I have never had wings; and yet I am sweeping through space with incredible speed. But sometimes I still go.
And now I turn to you with a request. You know how sometimes it was difficult for me to decide to enter into intercourse with you, but I continued to strive. And do not be discouraged and act as if all means of communication were in your hands. Do not be in doubt, for when you are in doubt, you pull me to the ground, making me want to help you. And this is also not good, like grieving for the dead.
P and s m about 8.
IRON VISE OF MATTER
A person who has passed into the "invisible" world has a sudden memory of the earth.
"Oh," he says, "the world keeps going without me! What am I missing?"
It seems to him almost impertinence on the part of the world that he continues to exist without him. He starts to worry. He is sure that he will be thrown out of the circle of time, that he is forgotten, thrown out.
He looks around and sees nothing but the calm spaces of the fourth dimension. Oh, whatever he gave to feel again the iron grip of matter! Hold something essential in a tight hand!
Over time, this mood passes, but the day will come when it returns with a vengeance. He must come out of this thin rarefied environment into the energetically resisting environment of dense matter. But how to do that?
Ah, he remembered! Every action comes from memory. It would be foolish to do this experience if he had not already done it.
He closes his eyes and plunges himself into the invisible. And he is attracted to human life, to human beings, to intense vibrations of union with them. Here he experiences sympathy - perhaps sympathy for previous experiences with souls with whom he comes into contact again, but it is possible that this is just sympathy for mood or imagination. Be that as it may, he lets go of his right to freedom and, triumphing, is lost in the life of human beings.
After a while, he wakes up and looks with surprise at the solid ground and round, strong faces of people. Sometimes he cries and strives back. If he has lost his temper, he can return more often to begin again the tiresome pursuit of the same grip of matter.
If he is stubborn and with a strong will, he can stay and grow into a person. He can even assure himself that his previous life in subtle substance was only a dream - and indeed, in a dream he returns to her - and this dream haunts him and spoils his stay in matter.
But years pass, and the material struggle begins to tire him: his energy is exhausted. He returns to the region of the invisible, and people again declare that he is dead.
But he didn't die. He just returned to where he came from.
P and s m about 9.
WHERE SOULS ASCEND AND DESCEND
My friend, there is nothing wrong with death. This is no more difficult than a trip to a foreign country - the first trip for a person who has become somewhat old-fashioned and crystallized in the habits of his more or less cramped corner of the world.
When a person comes here, the strangers he meets here are no more alien than foreigners to the one who first encounters them. He doesn't always understand them; and here, again, his experiences are similar to being in a foreign country. After a while, he begins to step forward and smile with his eyes. His question is: "Where are you from?" elicits the same response as on earth. One is from California, one is from Boston, the third is from London. This happens when we meet on highways; for here, too, there are roads along which souls come and go, as on earth. Such a road is usually the shortest line between the great centers of the earth; but it is never over the railroad line. It would be too noisy. We can hear earthly sounds. There is a well-known shock in the air, which brings sound vibration to us.
Sometimes some of us settle for a long time in one place. I visited an old house in Maine, where a man on this side of life lingered for a number of years; he told me how all his children had grown and how the foal, which he loved before leaving here, grew into a big horse and died of old age.
There are also lazy people and obese people here, just like yours. There are both brilliant and attractive, the very presence of which acts in an enlivening way.
It may sound almost ridiculous that we wear dresses like you, only we don't need so many of them. I have not seen suitcases here, although I am here not long ago.
Heat and cold no longer matter to me, although I remember that at the very beginning it seemed cold to me, but that has already passed.
P and s m about 10.
DATE IN THE FOURTH DIMENSION
You can be so useful by giving me your hand from time to time that your fear surprises me.
The philosophy that I want to convey to you must penetrate the world. It is possible that only a very few will understand its depth in this life; but the seed sown today may bear fruit in the distant future. Like those grains of wheat that have been buried with mummies for two or three thousand years and yet sprouted when they were placed in suitable soil today. It is the same with the seeds of philosophy.
Someone said that it is foolish to work for philosophy instead of making philosophy work for itself; but a person cannot give even a small grain of true philosophy without himself not reaping the most in every possible way. In order to receive, one must give. This is the Law.
I can tell you a lot about life here that will help others when the time of great change comes for them. Almost everyone brings here a memory of the past, a more or less vivid memory of their earthly life - at least most of those with whom I dealt here.
I met a man here who did not want to talk about land and kept talking about "moving forward." I reminded him that no matter how far he went, he would still return to the place from which he set off.
You are probably wondering if we need food and drink. We are undoubtedly eating and apparently absorbing a lot of water. You should also drink plenty of water. She feeds the astral body. I do not think that a body devoid of moisture could have sufficient astral energy to yield its hand to a soul. which is on this plane of life, as you are doing now. There is a lot of moisture in our body here. Perhaps contact with the so-called spirit is why some hot people feel cold, and they shudder.
I need to make an effort to write through you, but the effort is worth making.
I am where I feel your presence. I can see you better than others. And then I do the opposite, that is, instead of going in, as I did before, I go out with great force towards you. I am taking possession of you with a swift onslaught.
Sometimes our writing would stop in the middle of a sentence that we began. This was when I was not focusing enough. You have noticed, perhaps, that when you move from one world to another, a sudden noise, or maybe an intruding thought can lead you back. It's the same here.
Now about the element in which we live. He undoubtedly exists in space, for he clothe the earth in a circle. And everything, every visible thing, has its corresponding double here. When you, before falling asleep, enter this world, you see things that exist or existed in the material world. You will not see anything in this world that does not have a physical correspondence on earth. Undoubtedly, imaginary pictures and mental images also exist here; but to see with the imagination does not mean to have astral vision. What you see, falling asleep, has a real existence, and by changing the speed of your vibrations, you move into this world - or, rather, you return to it, because you need to enter it in order to get out of it.
Imagination has great power. If you paint a picture in your mind, the vibrations of your body can adjust to it, or otherwise - tune in the same way, if only the will works in the same direction, as happens when thinking about health or illness.
An interesting experience could be made when you want to go here: pick a certain symbol and keep it in front of your eyes. I'm not sure, but it is possible that this will help you change your vibration.
I would like to know if you could see me if you came here thinking of me before falling asleep?
Today I feel very strong, because for a long time I was in the presence of someone who is much stronger than me; and so today I could help you in a similar experience better than at any other time.
I continue to learn a lot that I would like to convey to you. For example, I could show you how to come here of your own free will, as the Masters do.
At first I only took possession of your hand in order to write through it, but now I know how to control your entire mental organization. Teacher helped me in this. Thanks to this new technique, you will not experience such fatigue, and neither will I.
Now I will leave and try to meet you in a while. If the experience fails, don't lose confidence, but try again another time.
P and s m about 11
BOY LYONEL
It will be interesting for you to know that here, as well as on earth, there are people who have dedicated themselves to the good of others. There is even a large organization of souls here called the League. Their task is to help those who have just moved here; they help them adapt to new conditions. This league is of great benefit. They work like the Salvation Army, only on a more - I won't say high - but on a more intellectual plane. They help both adults and children.
Children present interesting features here. I myself did not have time to watch all this; but one of the workers in the League told me that it is easier for children to adapt to life here than for adults. Very old people tend to doze a lot, while children come here with a lot of energy and bring with them the same curiosity that they have on earth. There are no drastic changes. Children grow up here, they tell me, as imperceptibly as they do on earth. The general rule is to follow a normal rhythm, but there are times when the soul returns very soon. It is possible that it is a soul with great curiosity and strong desires.
Horrors are encountered here even more terrible than on earth. The corruption from vice and intemperance is much stronger here than there. I saw here faces and shapes that are truly awful, faces that seemed half rotten and falling apart. But these are hopeless cases, and such workers of the League present to their sad fate. I am not sure about the future fate of these people: whether they can be embodied in this cycle, I do not know.
But the kids here are so adorable! One young boy is often with me; he calls me father and seems to enjoy being with me. He must be about thirteen years old and has been here for some time. He didn't know how to tell me what time it was; but I will ask him if he will remember the earthly year when he came here.
It is not true that one cannot hide one's thoughts here. Here you can keep secrets if you know how to do it. This is done by suggestion or imposition of a vow. Although here, nevertheless, it is incomparably easier to read other people's thoughts than on earth. We communicate with each other in much the same way as you. But as time goes by, I notice that I begin to speak more and more often not with my lips, but through strong projections of thought. At first I opened my mouth when I wanted to say something; now I do it occasionally, out of habit. When a person has just moved here, he does not understand the other until the latter speaks: or, rather, until he himself learns to speak differently.
But I started about the boy. He is extremely interested in some of the earthly things that I tell him about, especially airplanes, which were not yet particularly perfected when he came here. He wants to go back and fly in an airplane. I tell him that he can fly here without an airplane, but for him it is not the same thing; he wants to "put his fingers" in the machine itself.
I advise him not to rush to go back. Most interesting of all, he can remember his previous lives on earth. Many here do not have any recollection of their previous lives, they only remember what they experienced before leaving here. In general, this is not at all a place where everyone would know about everything - far from it. Most souls are almost as blind as they were on earth.
The boy was an inventor in a previous incarnation, and this time he came here thanks to an accident, as he himself says. He should have stayed here longer in order to acquire a stronger rhythm for his return. But this is my own idea. I am so interested in this boy that I would like to keep him, and that probably influences my opinion.
You see - the human is not at all alien to us.
You seem to want to ask me something? Try to speak loudly. I think I will.
Yes, I feel much younger than on earth, and much stronger, and much healthier. At the very beginning I felt, as during my illness, at times oppressed, and at times free from oppression; now it's completely different! My body hardly bothers me.
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