Reincarnation Research

The Actor Lionel Barrymore and the Playwright Oscar Wilde describe Entertainment and their Existence in the Afterlife or Heaven

Source: Communication from the deceased in this case was facilitated through the direct voice mediumship of Leslie Flint. George Woods and Betty Greene were present during tape recordings of Flint’s mediumship sessions and they asked questions of the deceased, who spoke in their own natural voices. Neville Randall reviewed these recordings and summarized the dialogues in his book, Life After Death. Dialogue in the article provided below has been slightly edited to make it more concise.

To learn more about the mechanism of communication with the deceased, go to: Leslie Flint and his Direct Voice Mediumship

Lionel Barrymore describes his Arrival in the Spirit World

In a session that occurred on February 9, 1957, a voice with an American accent came through. Betty Greene recognized the voice as that of the actor Lionel Barrymore, who had died two years before of a heart attack while watching television in his Hollywood home.

(Barrymore is best known for his role as the nasty banker, Mr. Potter, in the classic movie, It’s a Wonderful Life, whose star was Jimmy Stewart. In the photo provided to the above, Barrymore is seated and Stewart is standing with finger pointed at Barrymore).

Betty Greene asked, “You are Lionel Barrymore, aren’t you?”

“Yes, how did you know that?”

George Woods: “When you first passed over, how did you find things? Did you find a world similar to this one?”

“Well, I would say similar. In certain respects, similar as far as nature is concerned. But I certainly didn’t see any streetcars and automobiles, and all that kind of thing. But then again, I understand on the lower spheres nearer to Earth, those things exist. Everything is a matter of the state of mind of the people who inhabit that particular place.

When I first came here, I remember quite well waking up in a beautiful garden. Not unlike a garden I had been very fond of in my youth. And my father and mother were there. When I open my eyes, there was my mother just as I have remembered her when she was a much younger woman. It was a wonderful experience.

Then a crowd of friends came and made themselves known to me. People that I had known in my earlier years.

It seemed in my first experience that I was meeting people that I had known way back when I was quite a young lad. As you know, when I became older, I had a crotchety leg, and trouble one way and another, and I often used to daydream back into my youth. I guess that as I passed over, my last Earthly thoughts were to do with my earlier years.

Pets in Heaven

I have a dog here that I was very fond of. If anyone had told me years ago on Earth that animals existed after death, I would not have believed it.

I never really believed that dogs and cats and horses had a soul. I realize now that we are very much responsible for the animal kingdom and that they depend a great deal more on us than we realize.

I also have my brother John with me. We did not always hit it off on Earth, but we get on very well here.”

Theatre in Afterlife features Morality Plays

Woods: “How do you spend your life on that side? What do you do?”

“Well, I’m still interested in the theater. We do have entertainment, I suppose you would call it, although it is not exactly that. Everything we do here has a motive, has a purpose. Every play that is produced, and everything that is achieved and done here has a real purpose, not only just to give people pleasure and entertainment.

For instance, we put on plays that you’d call morality plays into the lower spheres and we reproduce the lives of certain individuals that we see in the audience. It helps them to see themselves as they really are. In consequence, they begin to think more deeply and it helps them to sort themselves out and desire a better existence.

I have met Florenz Ziegfield and a crowd of others here who still produce what you’d call kind of extravaganzas.

(In the photo provided to the right, Ziegfield is standing in the middle, surrounded by his showgirls.}

Here we treat nature in the true sense, and in the right way. Here we are very conscious of the great gifts that have been bestowed on us in every sense and every way. All types of people here find all sort of interesting work to do. There are some that create beautiful clothes, others who design beautiful pictures, or perhaps scenery for our plays. There are others who compose great music.

Music in the Afterlife

Music here which is far removed from anything you’ve heard on Earth–orchestras numbering several hundreds of people and each one an artist. Here some of the great composers have composed new works, so magnificent that I couldn’t begin to tell you. As they are playing you can see the atmosphere changing lights and colors. It is a most magnificent sight. Oh, I could go on telling you all kinds of things.”

Woods: “What sort of theaters are there? What are they like? Are they like theaters on Earth?”

“Yes. Some are very like theaters on Earth, and some are very far removed. We have the kind of theater very much like what you see on Earth, with beautiful ceiling and carpeting, and the auditorium beautifully appointed and all that sort of thing. Also, we have great open amphitheaters in natural surroundings. Here are produced all kinds of plays. Great plays from the earliest times, and by men and women who’ve made an art of writing and producing and acting.”

Shakespeare in Heaven

All the great plays of Shakespeare are produced here, and what is more interesting still newer plays, greater plays, much greater plays than you know on Earth. And Shakespeare is still writing and producing and acting too.”

Woods: “Do they still write plays in the same style as they did?”

“No. As one gains more experience in a new existence, naturally your style changes. If Shakespeare were living today, he would write great plays as he does on this side, but of course they would be in the modern idiom. Sometimes I come back to Earth and go to your theaters, watch the acting and plays. With a few exceptions, most of it is pretty bad.”

(Note from Walter Semkiw: In contemporary times, Shakespeare reincarnated as the African-America playwright August Wilson, who the press has dubbed an “American Shakespeare.” This reincarnation case is featured in my book Born Again.)

Woods: “Have you met Shakespeare?”

“I have met Shakespeare, and I can settle the argument once and for all. There is no doubt about it. He wrote his own plays. It doesn’t mean to say he didn’t sometimes use old plays and refurbish them. But you can take it from me that when you have a Shakespeare play, it’s Shakespeare’s”

Singers in the Afterlife

Woods: “Have you met any famous singers on your side?”

“Sure, I have met many a famous singer here.”

Woods: “Kathleen Farron. Have you met her?”

“Kathleen Ferrier, you mean. The young English lady who passed over some years ago. Yes, I met her. She’s a magnificent soul and she has a wonderful voice. You know half her charm was not only her voice, but her wonderful personality and character. It came out in her voice. I’ve listened to many a great artists on Earth, but I have known them to be like wild cats backstage, quite different to their voice. But this one you are talking about is quite different.”

Barrymore paused and then returned.

“Sorry to have to break away like that, but it is quite an effort to talk at length. I’ll come and speak to you again some other time.”

Playwright Oscar Wilde describes his Life in Heaven

Five years later on August 20, 1962, a rich and fruity male voice came through.

Betty Greene: “Please, may we have your name?”

“My name is Oscar Wilde.”

Betty Greene: “Mr. Wilde, can you tell us something of your life on the other side? What are you doing?”

“I must admit, it’s a relief to be asked to discuss one’s life over here in preference to one’s own life on Earth. Because in any case my life on Earth is pretty well-known among gossip mongers. If I were to say to you that my life here is not unlike my life on Earth, you would probably be horrified. But it happens to be perfectly true. And I’ve no regrets about it whatsoever!

I’m perfectly happy and perfectly contented, and I live a life of delicious sin. It is no longer sin here to be human and to be natural. But on Earth to be natural is to be sinful. Over here one can be sinful because it is natural. The world has strange ideas of sin. I live a natural existence here, and I’m perfectly happy.”

Woods: “What are you doing?”

“Actually, seriously, I’m still writing and I’m still having my plays performed, and I’m often called on to go down into the lower spheres to help.

Strange, no doubt, you may think, that I should be called to the lower spheres to help!

Probably, I’m more suitable to help people on the lower spheres because I haven’t progressed very much myself! But actually, I’m very much in tune with all peoples. My mind, I trust, gives me entry even if my reputation does not! My reputation does not worry me, but it seems to worry a hell of a lot of people on your side!

More money has been made out of my reputation since my death than ever I was able to make out with my plays, which goes to say that sin is very successful.”

Betty Greene: “You always had a very open mind, didn’t you?”

“I was always ready to receive inspiration. Indeed, I might say that my most successful works were due to the fact that I had an open mind, and in consequence much was poured through it of inspiration-which was highly successful.

I feel sure that if it were not for the fact that I was high-minded, you wouldn’t have had perhaps some of the successful works that I was able to perform. But, of course, all this is a matter of dispute among many people. One man’s rat poison is another man’s meat.

So many people when on Earth were so serious that they couldn’t to fail to be utterly boring. I refuse to join such a gathering. This I do deliberately because there will always be people who will say, how do we know that this was Oscar Wilde?

And so I am expected to come back very much the same, with the sort of things that would be expected of me. For your sakes I do this because I know, poor dears, you’re struggling so desperately hard to convince. And if I can assist you to convince, then I shall be doing some good work, and it may wipe out some of my blots!”

Betty Greene” “Mr. Wilde since you been on the other side, have you learnt anything?”

“I’d be a strange person if I hadn’t learned something after being here so long. We all learn whether we like it or not. Whether we are apt pupils or not we all learn, no matter how bad the teacher.”

Betty Greene: “Can you describe your actual passing?”

“Oh, I died like everybody else. Actually, seriously, I was met by my mother.”

Woods: “And how did you find things there?”

People are the Same in the Afterlife, including in Appearance

“Well, naturally, you do can’t go to a strange country without finding it vastly different. But the extraordinary and interesting thing is, the people were the same. Situations may be different, but the people, thank God, were the same.

They still looked the same. They still are the same. And in consequence one felt at home. I’ve met many people that I had admired and many I didn’t admire and have learned to admire for different reasons.

Oscar Wilde travels to Multiple Spheres in the Spirit World

And I have traveled a great deal, went to many places, many spheres, many countries if you would like to call them such, because in a sense they are.

There are no barriers, only barriers of oneself within oneself, and one’s own mind. The barriers between human relationships and peoples are within oneself. They are man-made. One learns to discard them.

When one has been here even for a short time, one realizes very much we are all part of the other. All God’s children eventually begin to merge, although they retain their individuality and separate personality. We all begin to merge until we are harmonious and in consequence we live in a condition of peace, and quietude in harmony, where all and each can have his or her interest, such as it may be.

Some feel the urge and need to work in various ways. Others do not. I prefer to continue to write, because writing was, to a great extent, my life.

Betty Greene: “Your trial it has been enacted several times.”

“Yes, yes I know. It has been the most highly successful part of my career.”

Betty Greene: “I expect, everybody has regrets when they pass over. Do you had some regrets, perhaps something you didn’t do while you were on Earth?”

“My first regret was that I didn’t stay longer on your side! I still had desires. I still wanted to write further. I wanted to reinstate myself, and strange as it may seem, in human society. Not that I ever felt completely outside it. But I was sufficiently vain to assume that I could recapture my old place in the world. But that was such a long time ago. Since then I’ve changed”

Betty Greene: “Have you met Bernard Shaw on that side?”

“Oh, I have met Shaw. What a man! Extraordinary character.”

Nature Exists in the Afterlife, but Without Pests

Betty Greene: “What’s it like on your side. The plane you are on. Could you tell us something about that? You’ve got theaters, haven’t you? You still write plays on that side?”

“Oh, one still writes. One still continues. Our world, in some senses, as no doubt you’ve heard, is very similar to your Earth. We have all manner of scenery, which you are accustomed to, even more beautiful. As you know, nature exists here, but the more irritating aspects of nature are nonexistent to us.

For instance, we don’t have the pests, such as flies, and all the irritating things that nature concocts to annoy man. These things seem to have disappeared, fortunately. We seem to have all the beauty and loveliness of nature without all the petty irritants. No more swatting flies!”

Cities and Animals in Heaven

George Woods: “What are the buildings like on your side?”

“There are all manner of buildings, but on the sphere on which I live they are all elegant, of great beauty.”

George Woods: “Are there towns or cities?”

“Yes, you can call them cities. There are cities in which untold thousands of people live and have their habitat, but so different, and yet, in some ways, so like old. We don’t have cars, but horses we still have.

I sometimes think that animals are more advanced than humans. At least they follow their natural instincts and they are not, in consequence, considered to be doing anything wrong.”

Betty Greene: “Do you have a house yourself where you can write?”

One Creates One’s Own Dwelling in Heaven

“Yes, I do. A very beautiful house. A house after my own heart. But then again in a sense I suppose it is because I myself created it. Without even realizing it, I was creating it before I came here by my thoughts.”

Betty Green: “Have you a garden?”

“I have a garden. Not too large, but sufficient. I was never one for outdoor life. I appreciated nature, but I preferred to watch nature from a distance rather than to always be underneath her glaring light.

I must go. May God bless you.”

Stephen Fry as the Reincarnation of Oscar Wilde

Of interest, Oscar Wilde has been identified as in contemporary times as the British actor, writer and activist, Stephen Fry. Click on the image to enlarge it.

Terry Smith, Who Died in WW I When the British Ship Hood was Sunk by the German Navy, Describes his Experiences in Heaven, a Telepathic Cat and a Welcoming Committee

Article by: Walter Semkiw, MD

To learn more about the mechanism of communication with the deceased, go to: Leslie Flint and his Direct Voice Mediumship

Terry Smith describes his Drowning in the Sinking of British Warship Hood and Arrival in the Spirit World or Heaven

In a session that took place on July 16, 1966, a young male voice announced his identity as Terry Smith. He said that he was blown up and drowned when a shell from the German battleship Bismarck sank the British battle cruiser Hood in the cold green waters of the North Atlantic

“It all happened so sudden. None of us really had a chance. It was hopeless.”

Betty Greene: “Terry, can you describe your reactions after your death? What happened to you?”

“The first thing I remember was going up a street. It was a street I had never seen before. I couldn’t realize at first that it wasn’t a real street. It was all very attractive. Lovely trees on either side of the road and lovely houses. There were little bungalows dotted about here and there, and there were bigger houses, and it was ever so attractive. I didn’t recognize the place, and yet it seemed as if it could be somewhere, perhaps in California. I’d seen pictures of wide sort of boulevards with trees, sloping lawns and pretty little houses. I couldn’t make head or tail of it.

There was nobody else about. It was just as if I was all there on my own, you know. I thought this is odd. I thought I was probably dreaming. The road was not a bit familiar, yet there was something about it that gave me some sort of inner confidence. Not a sound, you know. Nothing.

Terry Meets his Spirit Guide in the Afterlife, Who Adopts Him

Then when I came further along I saw a very sweet lady, a very pretty woman, perhaps 28 or 30 years old, standing at a little gate. It was the first house with a gate, all the others seemed to have no gates

Anyway, this little old lady–funny thing about her was she looked young, yet I felt she was old. She was leaning over this gate, and as I came to her she smiled. I stopped and she said: ‘Are you looking for something, sonny?’

I said, ‘I don’t know quite what’s happening or where I am.’

‘Oh,’ she says, ‘that’s alright sonny, I’ve been waiting for you. Come in.’

I thought, ‘Well, I’ve got nothing to lose, so I’ll go in.’ At least it’s someone to talk to.

She took me into the front, I suppose you’d call it the parlor, a nice little room it was, with nice curtains and chairs, and it looked very homey. And there was a cat sitting in one chair. A beautiful black cat. I thought, “Cats?” I can’t be dead with cats.

She says, ‘Come on Sonny, sit down.’ So I sat down in the other chair with no cat in it.

A Cat in Heaven Speaks Telepathically

All of a sudden, this cat did a most funny thing. He jumped off his chair and came to me, sat on his hind legs and looked up to me, sort of cocked his ears up and he didn’t meow, didn’t make a noise like a cat, but it was just as if the thing spoke. Do you know I nearly dropped? I was so shaken.

‘Oh. don’t worry,’ she says. ‘You’ll get used to that. The animals over here have developed to a great extent their ability to make themselves understood. Of course, on Earth in a way they can do that, but we don’t hear them speak because they don’t have a language as we understand it. But over here their thoughts are such that they can vibrate the atmosphere so you can hear the sounds. It’s merely their thoughts being transmitted to you so that you can hear them.’

This cat says: ‘How are you?’

I thought, ‘By Christ this quite mad. Cats don’t say how are you?’ I didn’t know what to do, what to say.

‘Don’t worry,’ she says. ‘You’ll get used to that. Animals are much more sensitive than people realize and they have their own knowledge of things. They can transmit thoughts and pick up thoughts, and you’ll get used to the fact that animals can convey a great deal more from this side then they can on Earth.’

I sort of got adjusted to the idea and said: ‘Very well, thanks.’

And it seemed as if the cat said: ‘I hope you’ll be happy here.’ Then he went back and sat on the chair, curled up and went to sleep.

My friend told me the cat’s name was Nelly, which was given to the cat by her mother.

‘Your mother? I said. ‘How old is that cat then?

‘This cat,’ she said, ‘must be now, by material age, about sixty years old.’

Terry’s Spirit Guide informs Him that He is Dead

She then said, ‘Would you like something a drink?’

So I said, ‘Yes, I would please.’

She asked, ‘What would you like?’

So I said, ‘I’d like a lemonade.’

‘Would you? All right.’ So she he goes out and comes back with a glass of lemonade.’

‘You know you’ve got nothing to worry about, sonny,’ she says. ‘I’ve been waiting for you.’

Waiting for me?

‘Yes.’

I didn’t know what to say. I sort of sat there, and she says: ‘You know you’re dead.’

What?

‘You’re dead’

‘Come off it. I can’t be dead sitting in a room with a cat over there and drinking a glass of lemonade. And your solid and real enough. How can I be dead? I admit it’s all a bit strange.’

At first I thought I was having a dream or something.

‘It’s no dream, sonny,’ she says. ‘You’re dead.’

‘Well if you say I’m dead, how did I get here?’

‘I was thinking about you and praying for you, and I’ve been given charge of you.’

‘What do you mean you’ve been given charge of me?’

‘Well,’ she says, ‘When your ship down…’

And it suddenly came to me. When the ship went down. Last thing I remember was in the water holding onto a bar of wood. Sort of thought it might hold up, but of course I realize it was hopeless.

‘You were drowned,’ she says.

‘Oh.’

‘There’s hundreds and hundreds of lads,’ she says, ‘have come over.’

‘Oh.’

‘Yes, and every one of those lads has got someone somewhere to look after them. Some have their own people, relations and friends. Some have got other souls, and I’m the one in charge of you,’ she says.

Terry was Telepathically Directed to Meet his Spirit Guide

‘You don’t really realize it, but you were directed. You thought you were walking on your own up the road. but you weren’t. You were being helped by inspiration from a soul whose job it is to help people when they come over suddenly like you did.’

‘Well I don’t understand all this.’

‘Don’t you worry,’ she says. ‘You stay with me. I’ll look after you. I’ll be like your mum.’

I thought, ‘Well, that’s something.’ And she started talking about my people. It rather shook me, because she seemed to know about my mum and dad, and how they sort of separated, and about my sister, about us, so I says: ‘Are you in any way related to us?’

‘Not really,’ she says, ‘but it is part of my job to know something about your people, being as how I am to look after you.’

‘Well, that’s funny,’ I says. ‘Since you say as I’ve only just come over, how do you know about my lot?’

‘Oh well, that’s not difficult. It’s only a matter of tuning in.’

‘Tuning in,’ I says. ‘Sounds like the wireless.’

‘Oh well we can,’ she says. ‘If we have a special reason for wanting to know about a particular person or persons, and it’s a special work that we have to do, and we’ve got some sort of a connection there that is necessary for us to know things, then we tune in. A little later on, not yet, we’ll go see your people.’

‘Oh, that’ll be nice.’

Terry’s Spirit Guide informs Him He Can Visit and Observe his Relatives on Earth

‘Of course, you know they won’t know your dead. I mean they won’t know that you’re there. They’ll know that you’re dead, but they won’t know that you’re still alive, that you can sort of watch them or go and see them. You mustn’t be too upset if no one takes any notice of you.’

‘Oh welI,’ I says. ‘I did have an aunt who is a Spiritualist.’

‘Oh, that’s good,’ she says. ‘Perhaps we can get something through in that direction. You never know. We’ll have to try her.

For the time being, you must try to be content here. I’ve got a son on Earth and I’m hoping one day when he comes over here that we shall be together again. I expect we shall. But in the meantime, I’m going to look after you as if you’re my own son. I’m going to do all I can for you and try to make you feel happy. You’re not to worry, and you’re not to feel sort of alone or anything like that.

A little later on, when you’re rested—I think you should rest: this has all been a bit of a shock for you–I’ll take you out and you’ll be introduced to all sorts of interesting people in our community.’

Light in Heaven Generated Without a Sun

A little later she took me out, and what appeared to be the sun–although later she told me there was no sun, that it was illumination from which all of us, all of life was able to draw some power…Funny thing about this illumination-this may seem odd-but it didn’t seem to cast in the shallow shadows. It seemed to me as if everything was pleasantly bright without being harsh, and it didn’t seem it was necessary to withdraw from the light, because the light was so pleasing and pleasant, and it wasn’t what you say is hot. You didn’t feel as if was burning you, yet it was a pleasant warmth.

Anyway, we went out, I went out with her. And she just pulled the door. ‘Are you going to lock your door.?’

‘Oh, there’s no need for that here you know.’

I told you when I came up the road in the first instance it seemed as if the place was empty. It was like a dead city, with no one at all, and yet everything looked trim and clean and fresh as if everyone had gone off for an afternoon siesta.

A Welcoming Committee in the Afterlife or Heaven

This time going up the road it was as if everybody was out, standing at the door, or coming down the pathway. And goodness me I hadn’t got very far up the road before I was surrounded by people–mostly young people. One or two seemed to be elderly, and yet looking back on it I realize they weren’t old, but there was something about them that suggested there was age, and yet didn’t look old. I can’t explain that.

Anyway, they were all shaking me by the hand and calling my name. I thought, well, that’s odd, everybody knows my name and everyone’s calling me Terry as if they’ve known me all their lives.

I realized afterwards that there’s very little that escapes them if a new person is coming into the community, or a number of new people coming from Earth.

I found afterwards it was a special community whose task it was to help newcomers and to guide them. And with the war on there were loads of youngsters coming over. Anyway, they were all around me making me feel welcome, and I really felt as if I was among old friends.

I thought, ‘Well, this is extraordinary. Here was I arriving in a place where everyone seemed dead or away, and no one bothered. And now it’s as if they’re all here, all coming out to meet me. So, I asked my friend” ‘Why is it that when I arrived, no one came to meet me?’

‘Oh,’ she says. ‘That was deliberate.’

‘But why deliberate?’

‘That was very necessary, really. It was necessary for you to come direct to me as I was the one who was chosen to take care of you. The others knew, of course, of your arrival. And every house you passed, though you didn’t see anyone, their love was so strong that it was helping you. They know that the right moment would come when you’d adjusted yourself and you’d been helped by me to see and understand a little. Then you’d be more ready to be received by a lot of people. If we’d all been there it would have been too much for you.

Now you’re settling in, you’re getting to know people, and next thing will be to find you the kind of work you’d like to do.'”

Rose, the Flower Seller, Describes, Plants, Animals, Entertainment, Architecture, Apparrel, Work, Marriage and Children in Heaven: We Should Look Forward to Death

Article by: Walter Semkiw, MD

To learn more about the mechanism of communication with the deceased, go to: Leslie Flint and his Direct Voice Mediumship

In a Leslie Flint direct voice mediumship session that took place in 1953, a London flower seller named Rose came through. George Woods asked Rose what her existence in the spirit would is like.

Rose describes the Spirit World and How Plants Grow in Heaven

“You’ve asked me to describe our world in a material language. I don’t know which way to start. I suppose if you could think of all the beautiful things in your world, without all the things that aren’t pleasant, you’d have some vague idea of what it’s like. Beautiful natural surroundings, you know. Flowers, birds, trees, lakes.”

Woods asked, “Is it easier to grow flowers over there than it is here?”

“Well, you plant them, and they come up, but you don’t have seasons. You don’t need to water them. All I know is that they grow, sort of natural.”

Woods asked, “Is your world very much like this world only much more beautiful?”

“Mind you, I can only speak about my own particular place where I am. I mean it’s a vast place altogether. I mean there are many spheres and conditions of life, you know. But where I’m at its very much like a beautiful English countryside. But I understand there are all other forms of nature, you know, as regards to scenery and that.”

“Have you villages and towns?” Asked George Woods.

“There are places that you’d call towns, where there are thousands of people that congregate together, you know. But there’s no buses and trams, and all that nonsense.”

Woods: “How do you travel?”

“Walk or if you’ve got at any distance, well you just think of the place you want to be in, close your eyes, and well, in a split second I suppose you might say, you’re there.”

Woods: “Do you live in a house?”

“Well, I do live in a house, but you don’t have to. But I’ve never seen anybody who didn’t.”

Woods: “What kind of houses are there? Like here?”

“All types of houses, dear. Some are small little cottages like you’d see in a little country hamlet, and some are quite big places where whole families live. The point is that it’s a matter of your choice of architecture and all that sort of thing. Of course, the houses are very real. I mean they are built by people over here. They didn’t just happen you know. You just you don’t just think of a country cottage and you’ve got it.”

People in Heaven Work at What They Love

Rose: “I mean here you’ve got architects and designers and so on, and they create and they build. It isn’t hard labor like it is on your side, but it’s a real formation that goes on.”

Woods: “They don’t use money over there, do they, or anything like that?”

“Money! You can’t buy a nothing here with money, mate. The only thing you can get here is by character, and the way you lived your life, and the way you think and act.”

Woods: “So how do you get your architects to do your work?”

“Well, you don’t pay him. He does it because he loves to it. He loves to design houses. The same way as the musician loves to play the violin. He’s happy to entertain his friends and people, and people who like music they form orchestras and choirs.

Everything is done for love, and anyone, for instance, on your side who never had a chance in life, perhaps they want to be a musician or an artist, they can study over here, you see.”

Woods: “They are doing all the things they wanted to do?”

“That’s right. I mean after all you think of the millions of people that go through life and have to do a hard-slaving day’s work, and never have a chance to do anything they would really like to do, never get the time, or never have the background or the money or education. Over here they can take up something that really appeals to them. It’s work, but it’s a joy to them.”

Food and Flowers in the Afterlife

Woods: “Do you eat anything?”

”We have fruit and nuts. We have fruit trees and all the things that you’d associate with your world regarding food, but you don’t kill animals and eat them over here.”

Woods: “What do you do with your flowers? Do you use them to beautify places?”

“Well, of course you can if you want to. You can cut down the flowers and you can use them in your homes, but very few people do that after a time. It’s usually people who haven’t been here long. They see the flowers and think would be nice to have a few indoors and so on. But the point is that you begin to realize it’s not necessary, and it isn’t perhaps a good thing.”

In Heaven or the Afterlife, Travel is Done by Thought

“The flowers are natural. They have a life. And it’s not the right thing because you can have all the beauty of nature and the flowers without cutting them and taking them inside. And if you’re sitting in your house and you want to see the flowers outside, you don’t necessarily have to go inside and see them. You can just sort of think about them and you can see them. I don’t know whether this makes sense to you?”

Woods: “We would open doors or windows.”

“Well, we don’t even have to do that if we don’t want to. I means I can sit in my chair and think to myself that I would like to go to Flint’s circle, so I just think and close my eyes and the next minute, you might say, I’m here with you. It may sound a bit farcical, a bit odd, but I can’t help that. It’s true. Time and space don’t mean anything. “

Marriage and Children in Heaven

Woods: “Do people get married there?”

“When two people really love each other and they are suited to each other, and they’re naturally happy with each other, a man-made law, or ceremony is not needed, to make them man and wife. We don’t have marriage laws here”

Woods: “Are there children there?”

“Well, there are children over here, but no children born of marriages, born over here. It’s not a physical thing in the same sense that you understand it.”

(Note by Walter Semkiw: In other Flint sessions, it is explained that when children die on Earth, they continue to be children in the afterlife and in heaven, they grow to be adults. See the case of Alfred Higgins.)

Animals in Heaven

Woods: “Are animals tame there?”

“Oh, tamed dear, good heavens yes. I expect that first when you come here you might think, oh dear, I wouldn’t like a lion to come to my door step, but you wouldn’t think anything of it. Animals are as tame as your pet cat is.”

Woods: “Animals don’t kill each other, do they?”

“No, that’s a merely a material thing, desire for food, and hunger. Material desire in that respect drives them to kill each other, but that doesn’t exist over here, because the desire for food is soon lost. There are some people who come here, at first, feel a desire to have a certain food. Well, they can have it. But they soon get out of the habit of wanting it, and after a time it all sort of passes away from them, you might say.”

Sleep and Time in the Afterlife

Woods: “Do you sleep?”

“Oh yes, you can sleep if you feel so inclined, but it’s not necessary. IIf you’re mentally tired, you just sort of mentally relax, close your eyes and you rest and you reopen your eyes after a time. You don’t feel tired anymore.”

Woods: “Do you measure time?”

“Well, I don’t know. There isn’t any measurement of time as I understand it. We are not conscious of time. I know you can’t realize, I mean you think oh well, afternoon and evening and night. Well those things don’t affect us. We don’t have time as you have it.”

Woods: “Do you have night and day over there?”

“No, but if you close your eyes, you go into a condition which you can call a kind of twilight.”

Planets, Spheres and the Sky in Heaven

Woods: “Rose, have you ever visited any other planets?”

“I have been to some of the lower spheres, dear, but I haven’t been to any planets as you understand it. Is that what you mean?”

Woods: “Have you been to Mars and Venus?”

“No, I haven’t been to any of them, my dear. I don’t know anything about Mars and Venus, and all the rest. Some of the scientifically minded people might know. I don’t.”

Woods: “Is there a thing such as law and order over there?”

“There is the natural law, dear, which we all begin to realize soon after we arrive. There aren’t any laws and rules and regulations like governments and so on, but there are common laws, which we all recognize.”

Woods: “Are there clouds?”

“There are clouds in the sky from time to time, beautiful effects in the sky, much more wonderful than anything you ever dreamed of, and it isn’t necessarily blue. Oh no, sometimes the sky can be green and red, or all kinds of magnificent colors. Some of the colors we have I’ve never seen on Earth. We’re not limited like you are, you see.”

Apparel in the Afterlife

Woods: “Rose, do you wear clothes?”

“Of course, we wear clothes, dear. People cloth themselves in the type of thing they feel happy in. Of course, in the early stages of coming over here, when a woman perhaps passes on in a particular century, they think that that particular type of dress is essential to them and for a time they wear it. But after time they realize that it’s not important. Gradually they change their outlook and change their apparel.”

Woods: “Well, at this moment Rose, what you have got on?”

“I’ve got a very pretty white dress on from top to toe. It’s got a border around the bottom, it’s got longish sleeves, very wide sleeves, and a I have a kind of a belt around the middle, of gold.”

Woods: “What is the material?”

“It is like a kind of silk. And my hair is not short, like it used to be, it is quite long.”

Rivers, Lakes and Swimming in Heaven

Woods: “Do you have to wash your clothes or hair?”

“No, but you can swim. You can go into the water if you want to, but you don’t get dirty. There’s no dust, dirt or anything like that here.”

Woods: “Do you have the sea just as we have here?”

“Well, I haven’t seen any sea, but there are beautiful rivers and lakes.”

Woods: “Do you have boats on them?”

“Oh, good heavens, yes. Beautiful boats. I don’t mean great liners, but very pretty boats, like they have in Venice.”

Woods: “Gondola type?”

“Yes, very pretty, all festooned with flowers. Sometimes we have galas or celebrations on the water and everything is illuminated, not by electricity or gas, but illuminated by the minds of people. It’s the only way I can describe it.”

Cities and Entertainment in the Spirit Realm

Woods: “Do you have cities?”

‘There are beautiful cities, but they’re not like your cities, dirty and grimy and all the rest. Some of the cities are absolutely wonderful. And we’ve got plays in theaters and places with music, but of a much higher order. Everything has a purpose. There’s nothing frivolous about it.

Yet we do laugh. We have comedy things you know too. After all, we don’t lose our sense of humor because we’re here.”

Woods: “Are there schools of learning?”

“Oh, great schools, museums, places where you can go and turn up all history of nations and people. All sorts of marvelous places there are. Nothing is lost, you know.”

Talking and Telepathy in the Afterlife

Woods: “Do you talk?”

“Well it isn’t necessary, but people do talk. But after you’ve been here a few years in Earth time you realize there’s no need to talk. You can send out thoughts that are picked up. It’s a kind of telepathy.”

Rose faded out in the Flint mediumship session in 1953. She returned ten years later on September 9, 1963. Betty Greene recognized the voice of Rose.

Rose: “All kinds of people come to talk to you from week to week. You always seem to attract a lot of people. Whenever you come here there’s always crowds. I haven’t had a chance to get anywhere near for ages, you know. I haven’t forgotten you.”

Domestic Life in Heaven

Woods asked: “What are you doing now?”

“I spend quite a bit of my time with the youngsters. I’m very fond of children. I do quite a bit with them.

I like little quiet hours when I sit and do a bit of needlework and I read.”

Woods: “Are you living in the same house, Rose?”

“Yes, and I’m quite happy. I have no particular desire to move. Of course, you to get these people who all the time are wanting to get further on. It doesn’t appeal to me all that much.

I suppose I’ll get the urge one day to shift. But why should I? I’m all right. I’ve got a nice little place of my own, all my own interest and friends.”

Woods: “Have you got a garden?”

“I have and it suits me. I grow my own flowers and I never pick one.”

Woods: “You don’t?”

“No. I let them stay in their own natural surroundings and I get the greatest happiness and joy just looking after them and watching them. They never seem to die. They’ve got vitality and life of their own.”

Woods: “What is your house like?”

“’It has got four rooms, quite enough for me to look after. Funny thing, you don’t ever get dirt. People tell me you only get dirt or dust in your place if your mind is wrong! I’m quite content to let everything grow and do what it wants to. The birds come into the garden. They are as tame as tame.”

Social Life in Heaven

Woods: “Do you visit many places, Rose?”

“Oh, occasionally to see friends of mine.

People come and talk to me sometimes about different places and spheres as they call them. It all sounds very nice, but I don’t feel educated up to it yet. I am happy where I am.”

Woods: “Are there neighbors around?”

“There are people who live around and about, who are very much as myself in outlook. Probably that’s why they are there and I’m with them. We get together occasionally.

I’m quite happy to relax and be quiet. I’ve learnt to read, a thing I couldn’t do much when I was on your side. I get books. There are people who bring me books. We sit and we talk and we read. Sometimes we go to the pictures.”

Woods: “Can you describe some of these pictures?”

“You can see things that you saw on your side, pictures you were very fond of. But a lot of them have some sort of moral, they’re very interesting and helpful.”

Weather, Grass, Corn and Giant Flowers in the Afterlife

Woods: “Are there fields and things there? Are they beautiful?”

“Oh yes, gorgeous. Very beautiful green grass we have and I know it will surprise you if I tell you we have cornfields. Yet the funny thing is we don’t have any seasons. For instance, I have never seen any rain. Neither have I known it be hot. It’s always very pleasant. Nice, pleasant warm atmosphere. And yet I’ve never seen the Sun. So I don’t think our illumination and light can be from the sun because I’ve never seen it.”

Woods: “Is the grass like ours or is it a finer texture?”

“Well, it’s springy underfoot and it’s very, very nice. A beautiful green. And I’ve been to places where the flowers are so high that—oh I should think they are a good seven or 8 feet high. It’s like walking through a forest of them. And the trees are beautiful, and the blossoms on some of them are beautiful. And the perfume! The scent’s marvelous.”

Woods: “Really? Rose, what do they do with the corn? Do they cut it, or do anything with it at all?”

“Well, I don’t know. I’ve never seen it cut, and yet it always seems to be there.”

Woods: “Never seen bread made from it?”

“No, and that’s another thing. I don’t feel the urge to eat. I did when I first came here, but it was mostly fruit and that sort of thing. I suppose you lose your desire for something, you realize it isn’t so important, and then it ceases to exist for you.

But I was one for my cup of tea, and I like it and still have it.?”

Woods: “How do you get your tea?”

Well, it’s a funny thing, you know. I don’t go into a kitchen and put the kettle on and make myself a cup of tea in that sense. But if I feel the need for a cup of tea, now all I can say is it’s there.”

Music and Hobbies in Heaven

Woods: “Do you have music there?”

‘Oh yes, I’ve been to lots of concerts and things. Beautiful music. Not highbrow, but nice, you know. Not jazzy muck but pleasant stuff. Don’t hear much of religious music.”

Betty Greene: “You said you did needlework. Do you make any of your clothes?”

“Yes, I do. I’ve made quite a few things and people bring me material. A very nice gentleman I’ve met over here, oh, he is a very nice man. He’s a bit highly placed, but he visits, he visits some of my friends too. And he never comes empty-handed. Oh, very generous he is. He recently brought me a beautiful place piece of stuff, a lovely shade of blue, just the color I like. He told me that the material will make a nice outfit.”

Animals in the Afterlife can Communicate

Woods: “When you walk out in the to walk out in the country, do you see animals?”

“Oh, I’ve seen animals in the fields, of course I have. And I’m not scared of them. Over here they’re gentle and it’s almost as if they can talk to you. I haven’t seen anything like gnats or flies, but I’ve seen butterflies that are very beautiful.”

Nothing Dies, but People can Move On to Higher Spheres

“I’m told they never die. Funny business, you don’t die you know. Nothing dies. When I first came here, once I settled in that was, I thought, well how long is this going to last, you know. I wondered how long this is going to last? I wondered if it was another sort of life where you go on for so many years, you get antique again, and then you kick the bucket. I wondered if there was anything beyond that. But there is no dying here. It is most peculiar.

While on Earth we used to say poor old so and so, she’s gone you know. Well over here, it’s much the same. Someone will tell me that so-and-so has gone on. Of course, that means they have gone on a bit.”

Woods: “To another sphere?”

“Yes, I’ve lost a few of my friends like that. They’ve gone on. But I don’t know, as I am staying put.”

Architecture and Movie Stars in the Spirit World

Woods: “What are the towns like?”

“Oh, beautiful, I must say. Not that I live in one. But they’re beautifully laid out, I will say that. Beautiful gardens and all sorts of parks and places for children especially. All very nice. Nothing common. Nothing cheap and nasty.

All real nice, classy stuff, but entertaining, you know. I’ve been to one or two of the theaters and seen plays. I’ve seen lots of famous people that I used to read about, as I never went much to the theater. Couldn’t afford it. Occasionally, I see some of the old stars. I’ve seen quite a few here. A lot of them still do the same type of work.”

Woods: “How is the architecture?”

“Oh, it’s very nice and varied, all kinds. The stone looks like mother-of-pearl. Another thing, there’s no traffic. You don’t get any cars, no motorcycles and nothing like that. People are all content to walk. Nobody rides. No need for that. No effort in walking here.”

Woods: “But if you want to go a distance, you go by thought, don’t you Rose?”

“I don’t know whether you go by thought, exactly. No, I suppose it is that you can sort of feel that you want to go to a certain place, and find yourself there. There’s no effort.”

Woods: “Are there woods up there?”

“Yes, lovely woods. It’s a wonderful place.”

We Should Look Forward to Death

“No one need fear dying. It’s something everyone should look forward to, unless they’ve got something terrible in their mind or in their background. Of course, I suppose everybody’s got some skeleton in the cupboard. But the average person has nothing to worry about coming over here.

Even the very wicked, from what I’ve heard, although its very sad and probably in a sense it’s very bad for them, yet they don’t get lost, poor dears. They are helped and guided, and eventually come out of the dark.

The average person has got nothing to worry about. I mean I wasn’t particularly good and I wasn’t particularly bad. But I must say I’ve done quite well for myself, and that’s why I don’t want to change.”

Woods: “You’re very happy where you are?”

“Yes, I am. And that’s why I don’t feel disposed to make any changes. Well, I must go. Anyway, look after yourselves. And I’m glad to hear all the good work you are doing.”

Ted Butler is Killed by a Truck, Attends his Funeral, Becomes an Earthbound Spirit Who is then Rescued by a Lady on a Tram

Article by: Walter Semkiw, MD

To learn more about the mechanism of communication with the deceased, go to: Leslie Flint and his Direct Voice Mediumship

Ted Butler is Hit by a Truck

In a session that took place in February 10, 1964, a man named Ted Butler came through. Betty Greene asked Ted how he passed over. Ted replied:

“I was doing my Saturday shopping with my wife in Leeds, England, and I was crossing the road and before you could say Jack Robinson, something hit me. It was some sort of truck that I think got out of control down the slope. It got me pinned against the wall and I was out. I just remembered something coming towards me, and that’s all. It all happened so sudden. I have no memory of experiencing any pain.”

Ms. Greene asked, “How did you find yourself?”

Ted looks Down Upon his Own Body

“Well,” Ted replied, “All I know is that I saw a crowd of people all standing looking down at something. I had a look with the crowd and saw someone who looked exactly like me! At first I didn’t realize it was me.”

I thought, “That’s a coincidence. That fellow looks the same as I do. It might be a twin brother”

Then I realized that my wife was there crying her eyes out. She didn’t seem to realize I was standing beside her.

They put my body in an ambulance, and the wife got in, and some nurse. I got in and sat with my wife and she didn’t seem to realize I was sitting there at all. Then gradually it came on me that that was me lying down there.

I went to the hospital. Of course, they put me in the mortuary. I didn’t like that at all. So I got out quick and went home. There was the wife, Miss Mitchell next door, trying to comfort her. I think that was the worst time of the lot.

Ted Attends his Funeral

Then there was the funeral. Of course, I went to that. I thought to myself: “All this fuss and expense for nothing, because here I was.” I thought it was all very touching, but at the same time it all seemed so damn silly, because I there I was. Nobody took any notice.

The old parson was standing there reciting away. I thought, “He should know if anyone knows. So I went and stood beside him, and kept nudging him with me elbow in the side. He didn’t take any notice at all. He just went on with his ritual.

Then there was the gravediggers. I knew one of them, old Tom Corbett. He was a case he was, I’d many a pint with him and a laugh. He filled in the hole, and the other bloke filled in the old coffin and the grave. I thought this is a fine how do you do. I’m not staying down here with this lot, so I got out.

Ted rides the City Trams, where He Meets a Spirit Guide who Helps Earthbound Spirits

I must have hung around my house for weeks I should think. Once or twice I would go on the old trams. At first I was sort of all mixed up. But I used to have a laugh too sometimes. If the Corporation knew I was sitting in here and not paying my fare, they would say something.

I began to realize that everyone sitting in that tram wasn’t paying their fare either. One of the very first conversations I had was with a woman sitting next to me. I thought she seemed very sort of nice and all that. And she started up a conversation.

“What are you doing here?”

I thought, ”That’s a fine way to open up a conversation.” So I said, “What do you mean what am I doing here? I might as well be here as anywhere else.”

“I know,” she says. “But you ought to be doing something, not just going up and down in trams and buses and going worrying your wife. You can’t do anything that way.”

“Well,” I said. “It’s all very well for you. But where do you go then?”

Of course, I realized that she was dead. I thought, “What’s she doing on the same lark as me?”

“As a matter of fact,” she says,” I’ve been coming up and down in the trams and the buses with you for some time. But you probably never noticed me until just now. I’ve been waiting for a chance to try to give you a hand.”

“What can you do,” I asked.

“Well,” she replied, “Don’t you think it’s time you got away from these conditions? It’s only your thoughts that’s holding you down. You want to do more than this surely, then hanging about Earth. Nobody takes any notice of you. What’s the point of it?”

“Well, some sense in that,” I says. “It’s true nobody takes any notice. But I find it’s better than sort of-well, not bothering at all. In any case I don’t know of anything else.”

“That’s your fault,” she says. “It’s your state of mind that keeps you down here. If you was to release your thoughts and think about things of a higher thought and nature, you’d get away from all this. Of course, I understand it’s partly due to the way you passed, the suddenness of it, and the thought vibrations of your wife and mother, and one or two others holding you down. But you ought to get away from all this. You come with me.”

Ted’s Helper brings Him to the Spirit Realm

“Well, where are we going?”

“Oh, I’ll take you. Don’t you worry.”

“Well, shall we get off at the next stop?”

“What do you mean, get off at the next stop,” she says. ”It’s not necessary to wait and get off at the next stop. We can get off whenever we want to, once you’ve made up your mind.”

“I don’t understand that.”

“You should know more by now,” she says, “that although you can get in a bus and sit on the bus and get off at the stop and get on at the picking up place and all that, you don’t have to. You don’t have to do what everyone else does. You are only doing things out of habit. You’ve got to get out of those habits and realize now that these things are unimportant, and by the mere thought you can transfer from this condition.”

“Well, I don’t know.”

“Look,” she says, “Here’s my hand. You hold my hand, just close your eyes, and try not to think of anything in particular. Just make your mind a sort of blank.”

So I did as she told me. I found it a bit hard. I don’t know how long we must have been before we got off. I must have lost consciousness. The next thing I knew I was sitting in a very nice arm-chair opposite this lady in a very nice little parlor. Very nice, very pretty. There was a nice rug on the floor, and a wonderful feeling of light and warmth, what I thought was the sun shining through the windows. Everything looked spick and span. The table was nicely laid out. It was just as if I had gone somewhere for afternoon tea. I thought, “Where am I now?”

“I’ve brought you here,” she said. “You’ve realized now you’re in my little room.”

“Oh,” that’s very nice of you. I don’t know what my wife would think of me for sitting in a strange woman’s home!”

“Ah,” she laughed. “You shouldn’t think like that now. That’s far away from you. Now will have a nice chat and a nice cup of tea, and I’ll explain things to you.”

“That’s very nice of you dear.”

“Oh, by the way,” she says, “I’d like you to know that I’ve been here for many years. I came at the turn-of-the-century.” (1900)

“Oh yes,”

“Yes,” she says. “And I’m living with my mother.”

“Oh, are you?” I says. “Where is your mother now?”

“She’s out.”

“Does she go to work?”

Deceased Children Grow Up in Heaven

She laughed: “I suppose you could call it work, but not work in the old way. My mother was a hard-working woman went on Earth. She used to take in washing and was always doing something. Now she goes to a place where she looks after children because she was always fond of children. Little children who died in infancy or when they were very young, and she helps to bring them up and look after them. She loves that work. She’ll be back soon. So, we will have a cup of tea.”

Ted has a Cup of Tea in Heaven

I thought, “That’s funny. I wonder if I’m going to taste it. When I used to go to my wife’s place and they were having a cup of tea, I used to think I’d like a cup of tea, but of course I could couldn’t pick up the cups, and I suppose I wouldn’t have tasted it.”

“Oh you will here,” she said, “because you are in an entirely different atmosphere. You are in your natural conditions now, so everything around you will be natural and real. You have this cup of tea, dear, and you’ll taste it. It will taste just the same as tea you have on Earth.

So I tasted it, and it was.

“Well, isn’t that nice?”

“Yes,” I says, “it’s very nice. But who’d have thought” I couldn’t help laughing– ”What would people on Earth would think of us sitting up here having cups of tea! They’d think we were crazy.”

“People just don’t understand,” she said. “Here, according to how you get on, and as you progress, so you find things there for your needs. If, when you first come, you feel it’s necessary to have this or that, it’s provided for. But it’s only a temporary thing until you’ve adjusted yourself to the fact that you don’t need those things. I don’t normally have tea or anything like that. But since you were a guest in my house and you’re getting gradually accustomed to things, I thought it would help you.”

“That’s very nice of you,” I said. “You shouldn’t have gone to the trouble.”

“Oh no,”she said. “No trouble. It’s part of my work.”

“Work?”

Ted is Told that He was an Earthbound Spirit

“Oh yes,” she says. “I make it a habit of going down to Earth if I can help someone like you who was an Earthbound.”

“What did you say?”

“Earthbound.”

“Earthbound?”

“Yes, that’s what you was, poor dear. You was tied down to the Earth because of your state of mind and your thoughts. You couldn’t release yourself. And that is part of my job, to help people release themselves from material things. I’ve traveled up and down that tram many a time with people because I used to live in that town many years ago. I’m doing my little bit. Thousands and thousands of people do that, you know, and I’m only one of them.”

George Hopkins Dies, Doesn’t Realize He is Dead, is Welcomed in Heaven by His Family, Dog and Food, Where He Enjoys the Company of Horses and Cattle

Article by: Walter Semkiw, MD

To learn more about the mechanism of communication with the deceased, go to: Leslie Flint and his Direct Voice Mediumship

Farmer George Hopkins Dies while Harvesting and Doesn’t Realize He is Dead

In a Leslie Flint direct voice mediumship session that took place on April 11, 1959, a farmer named George Hopkins came through. Betty Greene asked Hopkins how he died. He responded:

“Well, I just had stroke, or seizure or heart attack. Or something of that sort. As a matter of fact I was harvesting. I felt a bit drowsy, a bit peculiar, and must have dozed off. But dear, oh dear, I had such a shock.

I woke up, as I thought. The sun had gone down. And there was me, or what appeared to be me. I couldn’t make it out at all, I was that puzzled. I tried to shake myself to wake myself up. I thought, this is funny. I must be dreaming. I couldn’t make head or tail of it. It never struck me at all that I was dead.

Anyway I found myself walking along the road to the doctor’s. I thought, well, perhaps he can help me. I knocked on the door, but nobody answered. I thought, well, I shouldn’t have thought he would have been out because people were going in the surgery door.

I saw one or two of my old cronies. They all sort of seemed to walk through me. No one seemed to make any comment about me.

I stood there for a bit trying to work it out. Then I saw someone hurrying down the road like mad to the doctor’s. He rushed in, pushed past me and everyone, and the next moment I heard them talking about me. I thought what the hell’s wrong? I’m here! I heard them say I was dead!

The doctor went in his car up the road, and I thought I don’t know about being dead. I can’t be dead. I’m here. How the hell can I be dead?

The next thing I saw was them picking up my body and bringing it back. They put it in the chapel.

‘Oh, dear,’ I thought, ‘this is the last straw. I must be dead.'”

George, as a Spirit, Taps his Minister on the Shoulder and Makes Him Shiver

“I supposed the best thing to do is to go and see the parson. He’s sure to know something.

So I went up to the vicarage and waited. I saw him come in and sit at his desk. I noticed that nothing was solid. If I sat in the chair, in a sense I sat, and yet I didn’t. I didn’t feel any weight under me.

I saw the old parson. He came in, walked right past me, went to his desk, started to write letters and doing things. I started talking to him. If he didn’t take any notice!

I thought, ‘He’s like the rest of them. I should’ve thought he would know something.’

So I tapped him on the shoulder. Once he turned around as if he thought something was there, and I thought, ‘I’m getting on a bit there,’ so I tapped him again. He didn’t take any notice. Then he got up and sort of shook himself and then I think he was shivering. It was quite a decent sort of morning. I couldn’t see no reason why he should have felt cold.

Anyway, he didn’t seem to realize I was there at all. I thought, ‘I’m not getting anywhere here.'”

George Watches his Body Being Buried and is Welcomed to the Afterlife by his Wife and Brother

“They were carrying my body down to the old churchyard in a box, and they put me there with the old lady. It suddenly dawned on me about Poll, my wife.

I thought, ‘That’s funny. If it’s as how I’m dead, I should be with her. Where is she?’

I was standing there watching them putting this body of mine in the grave. After the ceremony I was walking behind them down the path. There, right in front of me coming up towards me, was my wife!

But not my wife as I had known her in the last few years of her life, but as I first knew her when she was a young girl. She looked beautiful, really beautiful. And with her I could see one of my brothers who died when he was about 17 or 18. A nice looking boy who was fair-haired. They were laughing and joking and coming up towards me. My wife and brother made a proper fuss of me, saying how sorry they were that they were late.

They said, ‘We knew you hadn’t been it too well, but we had no idea you were coming as sudden as you were. We got the message but were sorry we couldn’t get here quicker.’

I thought that’s odd. How the hell do they get about? I knew I’d got about, but as far as I was concerned I seemed to be walking about, same as I did before, except that everything was much lighter. I didn’t seem to have any heaviness of the body, and no more aches and pains like I used to have. They said I’d got to get sort of adjusted and settled.

So I said: ‘You talk about settling in. Where the deuce do we settle in? Nobody here seems to want to have anything to do with us, and nobody seems to take any notice.’

‘Oh, that’s all right. Don’t worry about them.’

I told him about the parson.

‘You don’t want to go and see him,’ they said. ‘He was the last one to go to and see. He knows less than some other people. You’re all right.’

George’s Deceased Wife and Brother take Him to their Home in Heaven, which He Recognizes from Visits during Dreams

“‘But where do we go?’

‘We’re going to take you to our home.’

‘Where’s that?’

‘Oh, we can’t tell you exactly where it is,’ they said. ‘But we can take you there, and you’ll soon realize it’s home all right. You’ll recognize it.’

‘How can I recognize it? I’ve never been there.’

‘Oh, yes you have. Many times when you’ve been asleep. As a matter of fact you know it quite well.’

I started to think: ‘I used to have some odd dreams. Once or twice I remember dreaming about a very pretty place with a lovely garden, and my old dog Rover was there, that died many years before. I remember I used to think I was just dreaming.’

‘No that wasn’t dreaming. That was you with us when you was asleep when your body was asleep. When your body was asleep, your mind was free, and you could travel and be with us.”

‘Well it sounds very nice, I must say.’

‘Don’t you realize that you’re different?’ they said.

‘Well, I feel different. I don’t feel old. I don’t have the old aches and pains like I used to.’

‘Have you seen yourself?’

‘No, I never thought of that.’

‘Well, come on, will show you.’

I thought, ‘Well, this is going to be interesting to see myself.” And then, ‘I could have a look in the mirror.’

‘Oh no,’ they said. ‘Not in the mirror.’

So they took me to what appeared to be a very beautiful place with a lovely setting, lovely scenery and beautiful houses, more countrified than townified. They took me to one house in a beautiful field. And it was just the same little place I had dreamed of, or thought I had dreamed about. And there I was in my dreams some years ago.

I remember waking up in the early hours of the morning and remembering this, and I thought this is an odd dream. It was exactly the same!

Georges deceased Dog Rover and a Group of Relatives Welcome Him to his New Home in Heaven with a Spread of Food

“And there was my old dog racing about and wagging his tail and jumping up and down.

I opened the door and went in, and there was a congregation of about a dozen people I had known. Another brother of mine and a sister, my wife’s people, they were all there, pleased and welcoming me and making a fuss of me. In fact, there was so much noise going on, chattering and talking all at the same time, the dog barking, it was a real homecoming. They had a nice spread of food for me. You’d be surprised.

That struck me as odd. I thought I shouldn’t have thought they had cups of tea over here and sat down and ate things.

They said, ‘Oh yes, at first. Perhaps you don’t expect it, but it’s something you have been used to, and we like to make you feel at home. It helps you to get settled down. Anyway, you’re going to be all right now. You’ve Poll and the dog and us. We’ll keep in touch with you and come and see you now and again.’

I suddenly realized I could see myself, not as I used to see myself in the mirror, but as myself for the first time. I said to everybody: ‘It’s so wonderful, I don’t know what to say. I certainly don’t know what to do.’

They said: ‘Well don’t say anything, you don’t do anything for a time. Just relax, enjoy yourself and rest, and get over the shock of, well, passing over is you call it.’

‘Well,’ I said, ‘I don’t understand it all. It’s all so natural, all so real. Here you are, all the people I’ve loved, all the people that meant so much to me in life, all here waiting to receive me and make me happy. And there’s all those people down there you would’ve thought would have the least known something, particularly the parson. I know I wasn’t a churchgoer. I didn’t go regular. But he doesn’t seem to know anything. He doesn’t seem to be able to comfort anyone very much. What’s wrong?’

‘Well,’ they said, ‘you mustn’t blame the poor old parson. He’s doing the best he can, under perhaps difficult circumstances. But you see they just haven’t got the right end of the stick.'”

Horses, Cattle and Other Animals in Heaven

The session then ended. George Hopkins returned to speak through Leslie Flynn’s direct voice mediumship sometime later. George Woods asked him, ‘”What are you doing now?”

“’Well,’ Hopkins replied, ‘I’m very interested in cattle.’

‘You have cattle over there?’

‘Oh yes, and we’ve got horses. I was always very fond of animals and horses in particular. I love cattle and we have cattle here. Why not? We have lovely pasture lands, lovely fields and animals just the same as you do. Everyone lives near nature. There is no killing. I have my garden which I love very much. I have my cattle. I like to walk, and I’d like to ride a horse which is an thing I didn’t have much opportunity to do in life, even though I worked on the land. I never seemed able to do some things, like riding a horse. Walk in front of a horse, yes. But as to riding, well, very seldom.’

Betty Greene then asked, ‘Do you find the cattle, the animals, have got a higher degree of consciousness, the ones you’re dealing with? Do they understand you?’

‘Yes, I would say definitely yes to that. Of course, they have. And then again, I think when one’s on Earth, one is inclined to underestimate the intelligence that cattle have got.

After all, they have their feelings and emotions, and they are not an unintelligent lot of animals, you know. Of course, I know I should have thought it was unnecessary to eat meat, because there are so many other forms of food one can live on. And after all, I think an animal has its right to life as much as man. In fact, more so in many cases, I should think.'”

Alfred Higgins, a House Painter, Falls Off a Ladder, Experiences the Afterlife and Takes his Spirit Guide to a Pub

Article by: Walter Semkiw, MD

Source: Communication from the deceased in this case was facilitated through the direct voice mediumship of Leslie Flint. George Woods and Betty Green were present during tape recordings of Flint’s mediumship sessions and they asked questions of the deceased, who spoke in their own natural voices. Neville Randall reviewed these recordings and summarized the dialogues in his book, Life After Death. Dialogue in the article provided below has been slightly edited to make it more concise.

To learn more about the mechanism of communication with the deceased, go to: Leslie Flint and his Direct Voice Mediumship

Alfred Higgins shares that He Died by Falling off a Ladder

In a Leslie Flint direct voice mediumship session on October 14, 1963, a spirit came through and told Betty Greene and George Woods that his name in life was Alfred Higgins and that he lived in Brighton, England. Betty asked Higgins how he passed over. Alfred responded:

“I fell off a letter. I wasn’t killed outright, but I was unconscious and I died in the hospital. Of course this was quite a few years ago. I was a painter and decorator.”

Ms. Green then asked: “Mr. Higgins, can you tell me your reactions on passing over? How you found yourself?”

“Well, when I first had any realization or consciousness of what happened to me, I was lying on a bank overlooking a river. I couldn’t make out where I was. I didn’t recognize the spot and couldn’t think how I got there.”

A Spirit Guide informs Alfred that He is Dead

“Then I saw someone coming towards me dressed in what looked to me as if he was a monk. He had a sort of long habit or robe on and he looked to be a benevolent gentleman, and quite young. I thought he’s a young person to be a monk. As a matter of fact, quite frankly, I thought at the time that he looked like Jesus. But I realized of course it wasn’t afterwards.”

He came and stood beside me and said: “Ah, you’ve arrived.”

“Arrived?” I says, “I don’t quite know what you mean. All I know is I don’t recognize this place. It’s very beautiful.”

“Your dead, you know.”

“What?”

“Yes, you’re dead.”

“I’m not dead. How can I be dead? I wouldn’t be able to see.”

I felt myself. “Look.” I says, “I’m not dead. I’m solid.”

‘Ah,” he says, “There are a lot of people seem to think that when they’re dead they’re nothing at all. You are in a condition of life which is as real, as you can see yourself, as anything you’ve know before. Life beyond what you call death is a state of mind. Your condition at the moment is perhaps a little bewildered. But you’re not unhappy, and certainly you seem, as far as I can tell, quite at ease. You seem quite calm and placid. You’re not over anxious about anything in particular, are you?”

“No,” I says, “But now I’m beginning to realize that what you say is so. I must admit that I’m a bit concerned about my people. It must be a terrible shock for them, you know. I’ve no recollection of dying. I don’t remember anything but falling. At least I had a feeling I was falling, and then I don’t remember no more.”

“Well, of course,” he says, “You died in the hospital.”

“Oh, did I?”

Alfred travels Back to Earth to Visit his Wife, Ada

“Would you like to go back for just a little while to see your people?” he says. “Do you think that would help you?”

“Well,” it would be interesting, wouldn’t it. I would like to see them.

“They won’t,” he says, “take any notice of you, you know.”

“Oh. Why not?”

“Well,” he said, “they won’t realize that you’re there because they can’t see you and they won’t hear you if you speak to them.”

“Well, not much point in going then, is there?”

“Well, it’s up you.”

“I’ll go,” I says. “It’s possible that Ada-that’s my wife-she might-I’d like to see how she’s is getting on, anyway.”

“All right. Let’s go.”

‘Well how do we get there then?”

“You just come with me,” he said. “We’ll walk up this road.”

I climbed up this hillside and on to a road. As we walked along he says, “Just take my hand.”

I felt a bit peculiar, you know. I thought it sounds a bit silly me holding someone’s hand like this. But still he said to hold his hand so I held it.

It seemed so strange, but as soon as I touched his hand everything gradually seemed to disappear. It was as if I was going to sleep, in a kind of way, yet it wasn’t sleep. It was just a sort of lack of understanding and realization of things around and about me. I became sort of unconscious I suppose.

The next thing I knew I was standing in our kitchen, and I was watching my wife. She was standing over the sink peeling some potatoes. I thought I wonder if she knows I’m here, and I called her name. She didn’t hear me.

My friend says: “She won’t hear you, you know.”

“Well, l don’t know. What could I do?”

“Nothing you could do. But she may sense your presence. You can never know. Let’s just wait a little while.”

Spirits Communicate with the Living though Thought

“Then he says to me.”

“Concentrate your thought on her. Just think hard. Think as hard as you can. Think her name.”

I did. And all of a sudden she stood up and looked. She dropped the knife and potato she was peeling, and she looked round. Properly bewildered she looked, almost scared.

I was rather sorry in a way that I’d scared her. She just flew out of that kitchen. She opened the door, and then sort of shut it again, and then she sat down, put her head on the table and started to cry.

I felt awful about this. I thought, “Oh dear, this is terrible.”

“Don’t worry,” he said. “She senses. She knows in herself, she doesn’t understand yet, but she knows in herself that you’re near her.”

“Well, if I’m to make her miserable like this, there’s not much point, is there?”

“Don’t let that worry you,” he says, ‘This often happens. They don’t know anything with any certainty. They’ve never been told about life after death. But she’ll come, she senses, she feels, and deep down in herself, deep down inside, she knows.”

“Isn’t there nothing I can do?”

“Nothing,” he says. “This is not the time. You must wait. Later on perhaps we’ll be able to do something.”

“Well what do we do now?”

“I don’t think you can do much good here. I think the best thing is for us to go back.”

Alfred asks his Guide to Take Him to his Old Pub, to Visit his Mates

“All right.” Then I says: “But I would like to go to one or two places before we go back, if I may.”

“Well, where do you want to go?”

I thought: “I’d like to see some friends.”

“Well, all right.”

“Do you mind coming into a pub?” He laughed when I said that. “You don’t mind do you?” I says. “It seems a strange question for me to ask an angel to come to a pub.”

“Oh, we often go into pubs and places,” he says, “And I’m not an angel.”

“Well I was under the impression that since you’ve here, highly respectable and all that, you must be. But I notice you haven’t got any wings.”

He laughed again.

“Of course,” he says, “you don’t have wings. That’s the old idea that a lot of religious people get on Earth.”

He had a wonderful sense of humor, and I felt so settled with him. I says, “I would like to go to this pub.”

“All right.”

I thought to myself this is going to be a bit awkward because he obviously doesn’t know where the pub is and I don’t know how to get there on my own, not as I am now situated, without a physical body as you call it.

“I know what you are thinking,” he says. “You just think of the place, close your eyes, and we’ll be there.”

I thought, “This is alright.” He put out his hand out to me. I thought, “I suppose I put my hand in his again.” So I did.

Alfred makes his Incarnate Friend drop his Beer

The next thing I know I was standing in the bar of this pub, and there were three of my old mates there. I went up and stood beside one, and I remembered what I’d been told to do about the wife-to concentrate and think hard. He’d got this mug of beer up to his mouth, and I was thinking to myself his name, and all of a sudden he dropped it onto the counter. He looked quite bewildered.

He looked round and said to his mates, my other two friends: “That’s funny. I felt sure I heard, I felt sure I heard…”

“Heard what?”

“Didn’t you hear nothing?”

“No, we didn’t hear nothing.”

They laughed and said: “What’s up with you mate? You got the jitters?”

But he heard me alright. It was done by my thoughts. One of the first thing I realized was that you don’t have to talk to be heard. You’ve got to concentrate hard. It is a matter of thinking all the time that you want to get into touch, or you want to do something, and then it’s possible. You just can’t do it by speaking out in the old way, you know. It was my first lesson in this sort of thing.

Alf Pritchett’s Experience of Death in WW I and of the Afterlife or Heaven: A First Hand Account through the Direct Voice Mediumship of Leslie Flint

Article by: Walter Semkiw, MD

To learn more about the mechanism of communication with the deceased, go to: Leslie Flint and his Direct Voice Mediumship

Session of 11/4/60: Alf Pritchett describes his Death in World War I and his Existence in the Afterlife:

The Death of Alf Pritchett

Scene: Trenches of WW I in Belgium

“My name is Alf Pritchett. It must have been 1917 or 18. We were under heavy bombardment all day. Then in the early morning we were given the command to go over the top.

‘Well,’ I thought. ‘This is it boy.’ And I must admit it took all I’d got to really get myself over the top.

I was running forward. Some of the Germans were coming towards me. They rushed past me as if they didn’t see me! I thought, ‘God, this is it.’

But instead of them attacking me or in any way taking any interest in me, they rushed straight past me!

I thought, ‘Well, Good Lord! I can’t make this out at all.’

Alf Doesn’t Realize that He was Killed

I went on. I can remember running and running and I thought, ‘Well, if they’re not going to see me I’m certainly not going to bother about them. I’m going to get into a little cubby hole somewhere and get out of it.’

I remember getting into a hole created by a bomb. I got into this hole and just crouched down and thought, ‘Well, I’ll wait until this is over and hope for the best, I might get taken prisoner. Who knows?

I was lying there thinking to myself, ‘Well, it’s damn odd they didn’t see me. They must have seen me. Yet they went straight past.’ And I started to think about it. And I thought, ‘Well, I don’t know.’

Alf’s Deceased Friend Billy Smart Escorts Him to Heaven

I don’t know how long I was in that hole. I thought I must have fallen asleep. I thought I should have felt stiff having slept in a bomb crater but I was not uncomfortable at all. I felt light as a feather

The next thing I knew is that I saw a bright light in front of me. It was as if the whole place was illuminated, so dazzling I could hardly look at it.

I saw the outline of a shape or figure appearing that gradually took shape. It was a human being full of luminosity. I recognized the person as an old friend who had been killed months before, whose name was Billy Smart.

I went towards him as if I was drawn like a magnet. Billy looked wonderful, full of vitality and life with a wonderful color on his face. As I got near him it dawned on me that he was dead.

He sort of held out his hand. I felt a bit daft in a way because I knew it’s natural to shake hands, but there was me in a dugout shaking hands with someone who was dead. It put me in a cold sweat and I thought, ‘Well, what’s going on here? I must be dreaming or something.’

I could hear him speak and he says: ‘All right, nothing to worry about. You’re all right mate. Come on.’

Anyway, I got hold of his hand and suddenly there was us sort of a floating–I can’t say I was doing anything else but floating with my feet off the ground–going gradually higher and higher as if everything was getting further and further away. And I could see in the distance down below the battlefields, the guns and the lights and the explosions. The war was obviously still going on. And I thought: ‘Well, this is the most peculiar dream, this is.’

Alf Enters a Luminous City

The next thing I remember was sort of gradually coming in sight of what appeared to be a big city. It was luminous. It is the only way I could describe it. The buildings had a sort of glow about them.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, I suddenly felt my feet touching the ground again. Most peculiar. It felt solid. I remember walking on what appeared to be a long avenue, and on each side were beautiful trees, and between every other tree or so there was a sort of statue. And on the sidewalk people were going about in a most peculiar sort of dress.

They were looking as they might have been Romans or Greeks or something you see in pictures. And there were beautiful buildings with pillars and beautiful steps leading up to them. Mostly flat-roofed, by the way. I don’t remember seeing any roofs or gables like one sees in England. And this sort of glow coming from them. All sorts of people there were, and horses.

Billy Informs Alf that He is Dead

Bill was talking away at me. ‘Of course, You know what’s happened to you?’

‘What’s happened to me? All I know is that I am having a good time here. It’s better than being down there in that lot. I shall be sorry to wake up.’

He says, ‘Don’t worry. You aren’t going to wake up.’

‘What do you mean, I’m not going to wake up?’

‘You’ve had it, chum.’

‘What do you mean I’ve had it?’

‘You’re dead.’

‘Don’t be silly,’ I says, ‘How can I be dead? I can see all that’s going on around me. I can see you. But I know you died some months ago. You may be dead, but I’m dreaming.’

‘No you aren’t. You really are dead.’

‘What?’ I says, ‘’You don’t mean to tell me this is heaven?’

‘Well, not exactly. But it’s an aspect.’

Billy brings Alf to a Reception Center

Anyway, to cut a long story short, we went up this nice, very pleasant road in this beautiful city, and we came to a sort of hill. And right in front of me I could see what looked like a beautiful building. ‘What’s that place?’

‘Oh,’ he says. ‘You’re going there to meet some of your old friends. That’s what we call a reception center.’

‘A what?’ I says.

‘Like a kind of a hospital.’

‘Well,’ I says, ‘I don’t want to go to a hospital. There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m all right. And in any case I can’t get this at all.’

‘Don’t worry,’ he says. ‘Don’t tax your brain too much at the moment. It’ll come to you later. Just relax and enjoy yourself.’

‘Well,’ I said. ‘I’m doing alright. It’s a darn better than being down there.’

So we got to this place. We went in. There were all sorts of people there. But what struck me as odd was that they were dressed much the same as many people I had known, the way I used to dress myself. Suits and that sort of thing.

I never seem to remember seeing the Sun, yet there seemed to be plenty of light. And big windows. And people sitting around talking. There were tables and chairs. I didn’t see any beds, and I thought this is a strange hospital, yet it isn’t a hospital I suppose.

The Deceased can Enjoy Food in the Afterlife

Everyone seemed to be quite bright and cheerful. Some were talking, and others were eating, and that struck me. I thought, ‘Well, I’ve got him here. He says this is part of heaven. They shouldn’t be eating. So I says, ‘Look. They’re eating over there.’

‘Ah,’ he says. ‘What you don’t realize is that when you come here, you feel it’s essential to do certain things. If you feel it’s essential to eat and drink, you can.’

I sat down around a table with several other blokes.

‘Just arrived?’ they says.

‘Yes.’

‘We heard you were coming,’ says one.

‘What do you mean? You heard I was coming? You don’t even know me.’

‘Well, that’s what you think,’ he says. ‘We have our scouts out, you know. Helpers. I was helped in the same way. I’ve only been here a short time myself.’

‘Oh,’ I said. ‘Settling in?’

‘Yes. Very nice. Much better than what they used to tell us down there, isn’t it?’

‘Tomorrow,’ he added, ‘I’m going to see my grandparents.’

So I says, ‘Oh, where are they?’

‘I’ve been told, they,’ he says, ‘that they’re on this plane, as they call it here, but further out. I’m being taken there.’

‘Very nice. Who’s taking you there?

‘My guide.’

‘Guide?’

‘Yes. There’s a nice fellow here. Like one of the stewards I suppose you’d call them. And he’s found out a little about my background and my people and he has been given the job of escorting me. By the way, did you notice when you came here how odd it was? How light you felt? The sort of floating feeling?’

‘Yes, it did feel a bit strange.’

‘Well, that’s the way we’re going. We’re not going to walk. We’re sort of going to…I suppose some people would call it flying. You seem to have taken to it all right.’

In the Afterlife, You Judge Yourself

‘What else can I do?’ I says. ‘You’re told you’re dead. The best thing to do when you’re dead, I should think, is to follow instructions and behave yourself. After all, you never know who’s going to be judging you and all that.’

‘Ha,’ he says, “No one judges you. From what I can make out, you judge yourself. Since I’ve been here, I’ve been reflecting. Going back a bit on the old past, and wondering and thinking about things. The only thing is to judge yourself. After all, it’s your conscience. I’ve got one, and so have you, I bet. We all have.’

‘As far as I remember,’ I says, ‘the only thing I ever really did wrong was drowning the cat. Oh, and once I had a pint of beer and never paid for it because there was a crowd in there, and forgot about it and never offered it. I don’t see anything terribly wicked about that.’

‘You’ll be alright,’ he says. ‘Don’t worry.’

‘I’d like to go back,’ I says, ‘and see my people, and see how they are getting on. I wonder if they’ve heard about me being dead?’

‘If you want to go back,’ he says, ‘it can be arranged. One of those fellows who is in charge here can probably arrange it. Of course, it’ll only make you miserable, I should think. Because they don’t take a blind bit of notice of you. And then what? You can go back and knock on the wife’s door. Or you can go and bang on the old parson’s door, and he won’t take a bloody bit of notice of you, because he’s blind as a bat like the rest of them.’

Alf meets his Sister Lilly, who Died before Alf was Born

Eventually the time came when this friend who’d brought me here came over to me and says: ‘I want to show you something.’

So I says, ‘All right, mate,’ and I went with him.

He took me down a street. Past very attractive houses with little balconies and beautiful flowers. Down to the end of the street and out into a big square. With a big fountain playing in the middle. I could hear music. Smashing, wonderful music. And I thought, ‘This is real nice.’ It reminded me of the old days when I used to sit in the park and listen to the band.

We sat down on a little bench under a beautiful tree.

‘You’ll find this restful,’ he says. ‘You just sit there, I’ll leave you for a little while and come back to you.’

I sat there with my eyes closed listening to the music. Then, all of a sudden, I had a feeling there was someone sitting next to me. I opened my eyes and looked and there was a beautiful lady. Beautiful blonde hair she had and looked about nineteen or twenty. I was really taken aback.

She called me by my name. I thought, ‘Well that’s funny, she knows my name, but I don’t know her!’

‘Are you finding it nice here?’ she asks.

‘Very nice,’ I says. ‘Thank you miss.’

‘You don’t have to call me miss. Don’t you know me?’

‘No. I don’t know you.’

‘My name is Lilly.’

‘Lilly? I don’t know any Lilly.’

‘That’s not surprising, in a way. I’m your sister. I died when I was an infant.

‘Golly, I says,’ I remember my mother talking about a little girl who died when she was only a few days old. But you can’t be her. You’re all grown up.’

‘That’s right,’ she says, ‘I’m your sister. I died as an infant and I’ve grown up over here.’

‘Well, it beats me.’

‘I’m going to look after you now that you are here. I’m going to take you home.’

‘Home?’ I says.

‘Yes, home.’

‘Oh.’

She took me out of the square down a broad avenue, lined with trees. We branched off, went down a slope and out into the countryside. Gradually we arrived at a small cottage. The nearest thing I’d seen to cottages at home in England. She stopped at a small place with its own garden with a little gate, a porch and a door. Plenty of lovely flowers, I noticed.

We went in. Off a little passage was a little room, all very cozy and comfortable. Nice chairs. No fireplace.

‘I see you don’t have fireplaces here,’ I said.

‘No,’ she said. ‘We don’t need fireplaces because it’s always warm and pleasant.’

‘That’s nice isn’t it. You don’t get any rain?’

‘No, we don’t have any rain. But we have dew sometimes.’

We sat there talking. About my mother and father and brother that I still had on Earth. She said she often went to see them, and me when I was on Earth, from infancy. She’d been with me all through the war years. She couldn’t–wasn’t with me when I died. But she got everything ready for me, knew I would be coming and that I’d be brought.

I thought, ‘Oh, this is nice.’ Then I thought, ‘Well, I don’t know, it’s strange.’ But I settled in and stayed with my sister. And perhaps I’d better come another time and tell you more about it.

‘I’m told my time is up. I must go. Bye, bye.’

Alf Prichett and Billy Smart are Identified through Military Records

Neville Randall researched British war records to try to see if he could confirm the identities of Alf Pritchett and his friend, Billy Smart. Neville was successful. Their identities are provided below:

Alf Pritchett, Private 9023, Machine Gun Corps, killed in 1971, buried in Potijze Chateau Lawn Cemetery, which is 1 mile from Ypres, Belgium. A link to the battle in which Alf was likely killed is provided below:

Battle of Ypres

William (Billy) Smart, Private 20394, Machine Gun Corps, killed in 1916 near Arras, France.

Note: In the childhood past life memory case involving James Leininger, little James also reported that after he, as his past life persona, James Huston, Jr., died in a plane crash during WW II, three of his fellow aviators, who had died before Huston, welcomed him in heaven. Bruce Leininger, the father of James, was the principal investigator of his son’s case. Bruce was able to identify these three aviators specifically. To learn more, please go to:

James Huston, Jr. | James Huston Reincarnation Case

Leslie Flint: The Reluctant, Humorous and Extremely Gifted Direct Voice Medium with First-Hand Descriptions of the Afterlife. A Past Life for John Travolta

Reincarnation Cases Kevin-Ryerson Image — Kevin Ryerson

Trance Medium Kevin Ryerson and the Spirit Being Ahtun Re

A medium is an individual who has the God-given gift of being able to communicate and work with spirits. Most founders of major religions were mediums.

I have been blessed to work with Kevin Ryerson, a world-famous trance medium, who has been featured in the four of Shirley MacLaine’s books. The way that Kevin works is that he goes into a meditative state or a trance, much like sleep, and he allows spirit beings to use his vocal cords to speak to human beings. I have worked with Kevin monthly since 2001.

Kevin channels a spirit guide named Ahtun Re who has demonstrated the ability to make past life matches with a high degree of accuracy. When Ahtun Re communicates though Kevin, Kevin’s voice, accent, facial expressions and mannerisms change. Ahtun Re has an engaging sense of humor. Though Kevin is well read, Ahtun Re has an encyclopedic fund of information, which neither Kevin nor I possess.

Ahtun Re not only can control Kevin’s vocal cords, he can control Kevin’s entire body. When Kevin has led transformational travel tours to the Peruvian archaeological site of Machu Picchu, Ahtun Re would have Kevin put on a blindfold and then lead Kevin’s tour group on narrow cliff paths.

Ahtun Re has shared that he is a product of human evolution and that his last incarnation was about 3500 years ago in ancient Egypt, where he was a military general under the Pharaoh Akhenaten. Ahtun Re has related that when his family was killed by an enemy force, he renounced violence and became a priest in the temples of Egypt.

The Physical Mediumship of Daniel Dunglas Home | Uri Geller

A different kind of medium is a physical medium, who facilitates the ability of spirit people to manipulate energy and matter. One of the most famous physical mediums in history is Daniel Dunglas Home (pronounced Hume), who produced the movement and levitation of physical objects, including levitating himself.

In my work, it has been revealed that Home reincarnated as Uri Geller, who is the most famous physical medium of contemporary times. Uri is perhaps best known for spoon bending. Both Home and Geller were studied by the eminent scientists of their day. These scientists observed the movement of physical objects of Home | Geller under laboratory conditions and these scientists concluded that the phenomena that Home and Geller produced were genuine.

When I asked Ahtun Re why Home and Geller were able to produce these incredible phenomena while the vast majority of people cannot, Ahtun Re told me that it was because of the high-level energy field that the soul of Home | Geller possesses. Both Home and Geller have claimed that they had no knowledge or understanding of how the phenomena they produced occurred. Home and Geller concluded that these phenomena were orchestrated by spirit beings, though they did not know who these entities were.

The reincarnation case of Daniel Douglas Home | Uri Geller, which is supported by Uri Geller, is featured in my book Born Again.

Uri Geller: “The Hair Just Went Up on the Back of my Neck”

I am proud to share that when I telephoned Uri to inform him that through my work with Kevin, he had been identified as the reincarnation of D. D. Home, he told me: “The hair went just went up on the back of my neck.” After a couple weeks of considering the past life match, Uri accepted that he is the reincarnation of Home and Uri gave me permission to include the Home | Geller case in my Born Again book. It gives me great pleasure to be able to relate that I made the hair go up on the back of the neck of one of the world’s greatest and most famous psychic mediums.

The Physical and Direct Voice Mediumship Leslie Flint

As such, I was particularly interested when I found out about the work of Leslie Flint, who has been proclaimed as the most gifted direct voice medium in history. In contrast to a trance medium, like Kevin Ryerson, where spirits utilize the medium’s vocal cords to communicate with human beings, a direct voice medium is able to use his or her life energy to allow spirit beings to communicate in their own natural voices through an energetic device, an energetic voice box or amplifier, a device that allows spirits to speak to human beings directly.

Physical mediums generally do not work alone. They work with a group of people who are harmonized in intent and purpose who share their own life energy to augment the physical medium’s life energy. It is like a sports team that supports their star player to accomplish a goal. This group of people interested in supporting the medium meet in what are called séances or circles. They sit in a circle to help spirits communicate through the person in the circle who has the greatest gift, or energy, as a medium.

Most people who have been involved in séances or in these circles have identified themselves as Spiritualists, as they are motivated to allow the spirits of deceased people to communicate with the living. Ectoplasm is a term Spiritualists use to describe the life energy produced by a physical medium.

Danish Physical Medium Einer Nielsen Produces Ectoplasm, which is Photographed

The photograph provided to the right features the physical medium Einer Nielsen (1894-1965). The white mesh-like material around Nielsen’s neck and draped over his lap is identified as ectoplasm. Academic professors researching Nielsen are seen holding his arms to ensure that Nielson was not using a sleight of hand, or trick, to produce his phenomena. Click on the image to enlarge it.

Leslie Flint’s Childhood and the Emergence of Psychic Gifts

Leslie Flint’s development as a physical medium was not smooth. In his autobiography, Voices in the Dark: My Life as a Medium, Flint, who grew up in poverty in England during World W I, describes how he unexpectedly and naively developed his powers as a physical medium. He tells his story in an extremely humorous fashion. There are not many books that I have read that have made me laugh out loud, but this is one of them.

Let me share an experience that Flint had when he was sitting in the circle of a Spiritualist named Ms. Cook, who had reason to believe that Leslie Flint had the potential to become a world-class medium, though Flint himself found this hard to believe. Ms. Cook told her circle that she was guided by a highly advanced spirit named Shu-Shu, who was once incarnate as a very high priestess in an ancient Egyptian temple dedicated to the Egyptian goddess Isis.

After Leslie, at a height of 5 foot and 2 inches, was sitting in Ms. Cook’s circle for over a year, unexpectantly, Ms. Cook herself fell into a trance. Her spirit guide Shu-Shu then spoke through Ms. Cook and said that she would demonstrate a sacred dance ritual that she, Shu-Shu, had performed as a high priestess in ancient Egypt.

The Egyptian Spirit Guide Shu-Shu Performs a Dance through Ms. Cook

In his autobiography, Leslie Flint describes the scene:

“Ms. Cook was far from being a sylph, she was broad in the beam and her bosoms were of Earth Mother proportions.

In trance, this substantial figure rose from her chair and moved to the center of the circle where she began to dance.

She gyrated her hips and weaved her arms, the while chanting what sounded gibberish to me but was acclaimed enthusiastically by the others as ancient Egyptian. The bounteous bosoms flopped alarmingly as the dance grew more energetic, first to one side and then to the other, and the arms kept weaving like tentacles of a busy octopus.

I wanted to look away, I was embarrassed for Ms. Cook, but try as I might my eyes were glued to the spectacle.

I knew it would happen, I tried desperately to stop it, but I started to giggle, at first subdued by sheer will power to a series of choked hiccups, but as the gyrating and weaving and the flopping went on I completely lost control of myself and I laughed and laughed until the tears streamed down my face.

The more shocked and angry the other members of the circle looked, the more I laughed until at last Ms. Cook came out of her trance and with a look which withered me to ashes sat down in her chair again.

Later, when Ms. Cook saw me to the front door to bid me good night it was no surprise to me that she said, quite kindly, under the circumstances, ‘I really think, dear, you are still too young and perhaps too excitable to continue your development at present. It would be best if you didn’t come here again.’ She opened the door and I saw it was raining heavily outside…

But kind, forgiving Mrs. Cook, to soften the blow she had dealt me, put her arms around me with the obvious intention of giving me an affectionate farewell kiss. I was touched by her generosity but, reluctant to be pressed to that bounteous bosom, I stepped aside and with all the gaucherie of my 17 years trod heavily on her foot.

‘Right on my corn, you clumsy oaf!’ she cried in agony, and mumbling apologies I went out into the night in the rain…

I had made my decision. I would give up the whole business of trying to be a medium.”

Leslie Flint’s Parents Abandon Him and Young Leslie Spontaneously Experiences Clairvoyance

Leslie at 4 Years of Age with his Mother and Father

Let us start from the beginning regarding the development of Leslie Flint’s physical mediumship. Flint was born in 1911 in England. His father left the family when he was a young child and his mother, who preferred partying with male companions, left Leslie to live with her mother. As such, Leslie was raised by his maternal grandmother in conditions of poverty.

His first psychic experience occurred when he was 7 years old, during World War I. Leslie was in his grandmother’s kitchen when his aunt walked in crying, sharing that her husband Alf had been killed in the war. Leslie had never met Alf. A soldier accompanied Nell carrying Alf’s possessions. Leslie then saw a second soldier walk in who appeared very sad, who started pulling on Aunt Nell’s sleeve to get her attention, though Nell seemed to be completely unaware of this man. Suddenly, the man completely disappeared. Later, when Nell showed Leslie a photograph of Alf, Leslie recognized him as the sad soldier who was tugging at Nell’s sleeve. When Alf revealed this to Nell and his grandmother, both told Leslie that he was lying. When Leslie persisted in saying this is who he saw, his grandmother gave him a “clout” to punish him for telling untruths.

In another incident, when Leslie came home from school, he heard voices in the kitchen. One voice was that of his grandmother and the other was a woman’s voice who he did not recognize. When Leslie went into the kitchen he saw his grandmother silently sewing and standing by her side was a woman with a large mole on her chin. This woman with the mole then vanished.

When Leslie asked his grandmother what happened to the woman she was talking to, she replied that she had been all alone that afternoon and that Leslie was imagining things. When Leslie mentioned that the woman had a large mole on her chin, his grandmother clouted him again. She then revealed that the woman Leslie was describing was Ms. Pugh, who had been buried a month before. Leslie learned not to talk about vanishing people. The psychic gift of being able to see spirit people is called clairvoyance.

Leslie Flint Enjoys Praise from his Teacher, Mr. Lewis

In his autobiography, Flint admitted that he was a poor student, but one class in which he excelled in was art. His schoolmaster, Mr. Edwin Lewis, recognized Leslie’s talent and encouraged his development as an artist. Mr. Lewis had served in the trenches of World War I where he suffered a poison gas attack that caused lung injury which resulted in him to having a hacking cough for the rest of his life. When he died, Mr. Lewis was given a military funeral.

Leslie becomes a Fan of Silent Movie Star Rudolph Valentino

When Leslie was 12 years old, he found a job doing housework. With the money he earned, he and his grandmother would go to the movies, which Leslie loved. Rudolph Valentino was one of their favorite silent movie stars. In two of Valentino’s most famous movies, The Sheik and The Son of Sheik, he played the part of an Arab. A colorized photograph of Valentino in his sheik costume is provided to the right.

At age 13, when unemployment was high in post-war England, Leslie Flint was fortunate to find a regular job as a groundskeeper in a cemetery. His supervisor, Mr. Hobbs, was a very thin, elderly man who was a know-it-all who Leslie reported wagged his “boney finger” to emphasize the wisdom of his statements.

When Leslie was 15 years old, three important events happened in his life. One was the death of his hero Rudolph Valentino, who died at the age of 31 due to complications from perforated stomach ulcers.

The second incident occurred while Leslie was doing his work chores at the cemetery. Unexpectedly, he found the grave of his dear teacher, Mr. Edwin Lewis. Leslie saw that the grave was neglected, so he trimmed the plants around the headstone and placed flowers on the grave. Later that day, his supervisor was discussing Spiritualists. Mr. Hobbs dismissed Spiritualists, noting that their endeavors were a waste of time. He shared that his own wife was planning to attend a Spiritualist meeting that very night at the Quakers Friends’ Meeting Place. Hobbs told his wife: “Them Spiritualists are after your money, you silly cow!”

Leslie had heard about Spiritualists, but he never had the opportunity encounter any of them. He decided to attend the meeting that night.

At Age 15, Leslie Flint attends his First Spiritualist Meeting, Where Mr. Lewis and Rudolph Valentino sends Him Messages

Ms. Anne Johnson was a well-known trance medium who was the headliner at the gathering. Leslie sat in the back of the room near the door, so that he could quickly escape the Spiritualists if he found the proceedings bizarre.

Ms. Johnson, on the stage, appeared to have fallen asleep in her chair. Leslie was astonished when this sleeping woman stood up and started speaking in a deep male voice. Leslie wondered if Ms. Johnson was a man masquerading as a woman. In actuality, Ms. Johnson was in a trance and she was channeling a deceased man who gave a discourse on Life Eternal.

Next, Ms. Johnson came out of trance and spoke in her own, natural, pleasant feminine voice. She told a woman in the audience that her deceased husband was standing next to her and that he wanted to convey that he no longer had the terrible pain in his chest that occurred just before he passed away. Ms. Johnson gave a detailed description of this woman’s husband, which the woman indicated was accurate.

Next, Ms. Johnson pointed straight to Leslie and said: “I want to speak to the young man in the back row.” Leslie was “petrified” by this and hoped she was referring to some other young man, but looking around, he realized he was the only young man in the vicinity.

Ms. Johnson then told Leslie: “There is a man here who wants to thank you for the flowers you put on his grave this morning. He tells me he was a schoolmaster and his name was Edwin Lewis. Do you understand this? He was given a military funeral.” Ms. Johnson also gave an accurate physical description of Mr. Lewis.

Ms. Johnson then said that in addition to Mr. Lewis, there was an Arab standing next to Leslie, who, she said, was serving as a spirit guide to Leslie. She added that this spirit guide was not really an Arab, but rather someone who dressed as an Arab. Ms. Johnson revealed that this Arab fellow wanted Leslie to develop as a medium to be of service to humanity. Ms. Johnson concluded by saying: “In the not too distant future, you will be doing the same kind of work as I am doing and you will become a very famous medium.” This was the third important thing that happened when Leslie was 15 years of age.

Leslie was impressed by Ms. Johnson’s knowledge of his tending to the grave of Mr. Lewis, but he was baffled by her statement that he would become a famous medium, as he was not aware of having psychic gifts, other than the two instances when he saw vanishing people as a child. Still, he became a regular at the Spiritualists meetings. One evening, a woman, who witnessed Ms. Johnson’s proclamation that Leslie was to become a famous medium, asked what he was going to do about it. Leslie replied: “Nothing, I’m not psychic, so what can I do about it.?”

The woman responded that she hosted a circle, that is seances, at her home. She invited Leslie to join her group. This woman was Ms. Cook, who previously stated that she was guided by the exalted spirit named Shu-Shu, who was described above.

Rudolph Valentino sends a Message to Leslie through an Woman in Germany

That night, after meeting Ms. Cook, Leslie went home to find a letter addressed to him sitting on his grandmother’s kitchen mantelpiece. The letter had a German postage stamp on it. Leslie knew no one in Germany.

Reading the letter, Leslie found that it was from a woman in Munich who had been sitting in a Spiritualist circle for some years. In a recent session, the resident medium said that a spirit was present who identified himself as Rudolph Valentino. This spirit gave the woman Leslie’s name and address in England and asked her to write to Leslie to convey the message that Leslie must develop his mediumship to be of service to mankind. Leslie then realized that it must have been Rudolph Valentino who Ms. Johnson was referring to when describing the spirit who was dressed as an Arab.

Leslie reflected that how could this woman in Germany know his name and address, since he was an unknown, poor boy in post war Britain. In the end, Leslie concluded that the dead could indeed speak through mediums.

Leslie’s Spirit Helpers Upend a Heavy Table to Demonstrate Leslie’s Psychic Powers

This letter strengthened Leslie’s resolve to attend Ms. Cook’s home circle. After he arrived, the six attendees were seated around a large, heavy table. The lights were dimmed and after ten minutes a loud rap was heard from the center of the table. Ms. Cook said the rap meant that the spirits were ready to communicate. The procedure for spirit communication in this circle was done by one member of the circle going through the alphabet and the spirits would rap on the table to indicate when a letter was pronounced that they wanted to use. By doing this repetitively, the spirits could spell their messages.

One message was a question, asking the circle members if they would like to see how much greater the power of the circle had become due to Leslie’s presence. Everyone indicated that they would. Suddenly, the large, heavy table reared up and stood on one end. Leslie couldn’t believe his eyes. The spirits then communicated that they would be working with Leslie to help him develop as a direct voice medium.

Leslie Flint becomes a Famous Direct Voice Medium and is Tested by Researchers

Leslie Flint Demonstrates his Mediumship with Colored Water in his Mouth, Tape Over his Lips and Arms Held

In the end, Leslie Flint became the most famous direct voice medium of all time, giving demonstrations of his mediumship in the largest halls in England. Flint encouraged serious investigators to test his direct voice mediumship. For example, he demonstrated his mediumship with colored water in his mouth and with adhesive tape covering his lips to exclude that the voices he produced came from his own, physical vocal cords. In addition, at the same time, his arms were either tied to a chair or held by associates, to exclude that he was manipulating any type of device.

Further, an infrared telescope or sensor was used by investigators to observe Flint while he was producing the direct voice phenomenon. Infrared radiation is produced by heat or energy sources. The infrared telescope showed the energetic or ectoplasmic voice box that spirits use to communicate. It was about two feet above and slightly to the left of Leslie’s head. This corresponds to Flint’s own perception of where the ectoplasmic voice box is located during his mediumship. Click on the images of researchers testing Flint to enlarge them.

At 60 years of age, Leslie Flint reflected that after 35 years of direct voice mediumship, he still did not understand how this phenomenon occurred. Some insight was provided during a mediumship session by a spirit who identified himself as the deceased French Physiology Professor Charl es Richet, who served as the President of the Society for Psychical Research in London starting in 1905. Richet stated:

“Every living being has a substance known as ectoplasm which is a life force, and a physical medium has a great deal more of it than most people. During a séance this substance, which is sometimes referred to as the ‘power’ is drawn from the medium and fashioned by spirits who understand such matters into a replica of the physical vocal organs which is known as the ‘voice box’ or sometimes the ‘mask.’ The communicating spirit then concentrates his or her thoughts into this voice box and creates a frequency or vibration which reaches the sitters on Earth as objective sound.”

Leslie Flint Demonstrates his Mediumship while Scientists Observe the Ectoplasmic Voice Box Above his Head Using an Infrared Sensor

Professor Richet also pointed out that the communicating spirit must lower his or her own frequency to the lower one of the Earth and remember what his voice sounded like during its lifetime and recapture memories of happenings which will give proof of his or her identity to the person with whom the spirit wishes to communicate. If the communicating spirit is successful, the voice will sound like the voice it had while it was living on earth.

Light Interferes with the Use of Ectoplasm, hence Voices in the Dark

Most physical mediums must be in dark room for their mediumship to manifest. For reasons that are unclear, bright light interferes with the use of the medium’s life energy or ectoplasm. Perhaps darkness allows spirit beings to more easily perceive and thus use ectoplasm. This is why Flint’s autobiography is entitled, Voices in the Dark.

First Hand Descriptions of Heaven or the Afterlife

500 tape recordings were made of Leslie Flint’s direct voice mediumship in which deceased relatives spoke to their living loved ones in their own, recognizable voices. In addition to sharing memories with their living loved ones, these spirits also described, in detail, what their life in the spirit world is like. These tapes were reviewed by Neville Randall, who compiled descriptions of the spirit realms in his book Life After Death. These accounts are the most vivid descriptions of the spirit world that I have encountered and will be shared in subsequent articles.

Rudolph Valentino as a Past Life of John Travolta

By the way, in my work with Kevin Ryerson, it has been affirmed that Rudolph Valentino has reincarnated as the actor John Travolta. To learn more, please go to:

Reincarnation Case of Rudolph Valentino | John Travolta

First Hand Descriptions of the Afterlife

Alf Prichett describes His Experience of Death during WW I and his Experience of the Afterlife

Ted Butler is Killed by a Truck, Attends his Funeral, Becomes an Earthbound Spirit Who is then Rescued by a Lady on a Tram

Alfred Higgins, a House Painter, Falls Off a Ladder, Experiences the Afterlife and Takes his Spirit Guide to a Pub

Rose, the Flower Seller, describes Plants, Animals, Entertainment, Architecture, Clothing, Work, Marriage and Children in Heaven. She Advises We All Should Look Forward to Death

Terry Smith, Who Died in WW I When the British Ship Hood was Sunk by the Nazis, Describes his Experiences in Heaven, a Telepathic Cat and a Welcoming Committee

Spirit Being Orbs and the Reincarnation Case of Shanti Devi Mathur

Article by: Walter Semkiw, MD

Since the advent of digital cameras, which require only a tiny amount of light energy to capture an image, spherical objects have been captured that have been described as orbs. Click on images to enlarge them.

A conventional and valid explanation for some orbs is that they are produced by dust or water droplets that reflect light from the camera’s flash. The way that environmental particles can produce these orbs is explained on the following webpage:

Orbs Produced by Atmospheric Particles

Dust particles and water droplets, though, cannot explain all orb images and it is believed that orbs represent spirit beings. I have worked with trance medium Kevin Ryerson since 2001, who channels a spirit being name Ahtun Re, who is the most intelligent being I have interacted with and who has demonstrated the ability to make past life matches with a high degree of accuracy. Ahtun Re has confirmed that orbs that are not caused by dust or water droplets do indeed represent spirit beings. We will call these spirit being orbs.

Reasons Why Not All Orbs can be Produced by Dust or Water Droplets:

When a series of images is taken in rapid succession, in one photograph no orbs appear at all, the second photograph may have a multitude of orbs and in a third photograph, the orbs disappear. This could not happen through the reflection of dust or water droplets as the atmosphere is unchanged from one moment to another. This phenomenon also indicates that orbs appear to be able to choose whether they are seen or not, which lends credence to the theory that they represent conscious beings.
When several people with identical cameras take photographs at the same time, some people will get multiple orbs while other people do not have orbs appear in images at all. If orbs are caused by dust or water droplets, each photographer should have the same number of orbs in their photographs. This observation supports the theory that the energy field of the photographer has an influence on the photography of spirit being orbs.

This idea is consistent with observations related to physical mediums, people who can move and levitate physical objects without any apparent cause. In my book Born Again, the reincarnation case of D.D Home | Uri Geller showed that the ability of physical mediumship can extend across two lifetimes. Both Home and Geller were studied by eminent scientists of their day and their ability to affect objects without touching them was verified. When I asked Ahtun Re why Home and Geller could produce such phenomenon while the vast majority of people cannot, Ahtun Re told me it had to do with the energy field of the soul of Home | Geller. In a similar way, the energy field of the photographer may contribute to the energy that makes spirit being orbs visible.

Orbs have been photographed in research laboratory clean rooms, such as those used to manufacture computer chips, where dust or water particles large enough to produce optical effects are filtered out.
Dust particles located close to the camera lens would appear fuzzy and ill-defined. In contrast, spirit being orbs appear with the same brilliance and sharpness regardless of how close or far away they are from the camera.
Spirit being orbs have been photographed multiple times in the same location, indicating that the spirit being involved has chosen where to reside geographically. Dust and water particles are constantly moving, which would not allow the orb to be photographed in the same exact spot multiple times.
Orbs have been photographed in fast motion, with speeds calculated at over 500 miles an hour. A dust or water particle could not travel that fast.
Orbs appear to be able to demonstrate group mind, where they appear and disappear together and maneuver together, like a flock of birds.
Orbs have been photographed with asymmetric internal features, such as voids or holes, which could not be produced by airborne particles. Some orbs even seem to have human faces. Click on the orb photo provided to the right and see if you can perceive a man’s face inside the orb.

In the Reincarnation Case of Shanti Devi Mathur, Shanti Describes What It May Feel Like to be a Spirit Being Orb

Of interest, in the reincarnation case of Lugdi Chaubey | Shanti Devi Mathur, Shanti had memories of the interval between her death as Lugdi and rebirth as Shanti. Part of her experience was shrinking to the size of a minute particle of dust or a germ. As this tiny particle, Shanti said that she could drift around moving from one place to another and paradoxically, it felt as if the whole universe was within her.

Shanti may be describing what it is like to be a spirit being orb. Mediums who communicate with the deceased tell us that our loved ones in the spirit world are always tuned into us and come in proximity to us when a need arises. It appears that spirit being orbs are the manifestation of who we are when we are freed of the physical body.

To learn more about Shanti’s story, which was endorsed by Mahatma Gandhi, please go to:

Reincarnation Case of Lugdi Chaubey | Shanti Devi Mathur

Resource: Orbs: Their Mission and Messages of Hope, by Klaus Heinemann, PhD and Gundi Heinemann, Appendix B, pages 115-119

The Book “Spiritual Light” and The Universal Spiritual Brother&Sisterhood (USB): A Shared Spiritual Mission, by John Finnemore, Ph.D

Article by: Engineering Professor John Finnemore, PhD, Universal Spiritual Brotherhood&Sisterhood Chief Volunteer

In a very rare, recent spiritual event, the most advanced beings (Illumined Souls) in the highest spiritual realms delivered unusually noble and pure spiritual wisdom to humanity on earth through gifted mediums. This wisdom is presented in the book: Spiritual Light: Universal Teachings from the Highest Spirit Realms

Very significant is the great extent to which these illumined teachings agree with Walter Semkiw’s mission and with his understanding of the nature of the soul that he summarizes in his book, Origin of the Soul and the Purpose of Reincarnation, based on his extensive research into reincarnation.

The purpose of the delivery of messages from these Illumined Souls during 1956‒1982 is to spiritualize and unite humanity and to awaken people to the many spiritual realities of life, which they taught is the only way to break down barriers between people, build the brother-and-sisterhood of all people, and so avoid the excessive misery and havoc we create on earth. (Here, by “spiritualize,” I mean to promote nobility of character, ideals, aspiration, and efforts, with a high level of moral consciousness.) Dr. Semkiw’s objective, to create a more peaceful world, is much the same.

Reasons why the Illumined Souls’ delivery of this wisdom was very special and rare are:

Those souls included the most spiritually exalted beings and some of the greatest prophets, teachers, enlightened beings, and noble souls who have lived on earth.
Those beings are so advanced it was very difficult for them to lower their vibrations down to our relatively low (and to them, unpleasant) levels on earth, which they needed to do to be able to communicate directly through exceptional mediums, i.e., without using relays.
The teachings they shared were not those of a single teacher, or of a number of individual teachers, but were those that had been agreed upon by many united Great Souls, making them far more reliable;
They explained that they have made similar deliveries of wisdom “at the dawn of each new age,” where an “age” is often considered to be about 2000 years long.

The Illumined Souls chose the mediums through whom they communicated. They chose not only highly skillful mediums, but they also had to have exceptional personal spirituality to make rapport possible. In the USB’s early years these included the great English mediums Leslie Flint and Estelle Roberts.

As a result of the almost incredible advancement of these Great Souls and their united approach, the teachings they have shared with us are extraordinarily pure. The inspiring results are documented in their 2014 book, Spiritual Light: Universal Teachings from the Highest Spirit Realms, presented by their organization of spiritual truth on earth, the Universal Spiritual Brother&Sisterhood (USB). Under their direction, the USB on earth is patterned after the long-existing USB in the high spirit realms and is tasked with the mission to enlighten and share this wisdom with humanity. You can find more information about the USB and its book on the USB website, https://www.theusb.org/, and from its YouTube videos , its Facebook page (requires login), and its quarterly newsletters.

The USB teachings have been described by authoritative reviewers as “fascinating” (Deepak Chopra), “an encyclopedia of wisdom which should be understood by all humanity” (John White, author and editor of multiple books), “The Spiritualist Bible for the twenty-first Century” (Matthew Hutton, an editor with Psychic World), and “coming from the highest vibration” (Victor and Wendy Zammit).

The beautiful and inspiring teachings in Spiritual Light are not a religion but are presented for all people, regardless of their beliefs, in a down-to-earth, clear, and simple way. Intended to raise the spiritual level of our lives, they should be of interest to all who wish to reduce the extensive discord, chaos, and suffering on earth. They address truth, spiritual laws, love, responsibility, spiritual progress, psychic phenomena, life on earth and in the spirit realms, and many related subjects. The teachers ask us to accept only what our inner being tells us is true and our reason completely embraces.

Those extensive teachings were not dictated. Instead, the Illumined Souls discussed them through exceptional mediums with their representative on earth, Michael Flagg, so that he could write them up in the language of our times; but they exercised final approval of his writing. Michael was one of their number, he incarnated specifically to be able to serve them in this way; in this life he worked as an editor while also writing poems and plays and composing songs.

They also asked Michael to form a nonprofit organization to spread their teachings. They told him he’d been prepared for this work through centuries, by various lives and incarnations. Audio recordings of Michael discussing the mission and the teachings with Illumined Souls in 1956 and 1957 will be released by the USB before long.

To learn more about Michael Flagg, please go to:

Rare Spirit Communication: A High Spiritual Adventure and Mission

The evidence for the truthfulness of Spiritual Light lies primarily in the wisdom and spirituality of its content. Teachings by highly spiritual afterlife authorities have occasionally been presented before, in mostly older books, (e.g., Austen, 1938 and Moses, 1949). But Spiritual Light is very extensive and addresses more ‘technical’ and specific areas that may be of interest. At their request, the book does not name the illumined spirit teachers, their main reason being that they want people to accept teachings for their content and not because of the teachers’ names.

The need for the spiritual development that these Illumined Souls are encouraging is urgent. They said earth’s spiritual development severely lags behind its developments in other areas. They spoke of our present “darkened state” and “the Armageddon of light and darkness that enshrouds your world today.” Their message emphasizes what can and must be done here and now to remedy our situation.

The USB’s book and audio recordings mention, in passing, souls who have lived numerous lifetimes on earth, thus confirming the teaching of reincarnation in Origin of the Soul. The many other areas of agreement between the teachings from these two independent sources include: that we are all universal, eternal souls that are one with God; that there are so many lessons that need to be learned, only available on earth, that our soul development cannot be achieved in a single lifetime; that personal responsibility is a major law and the earth is our testing ground; that a karmic record is kept of all our deeds and actions; and that in spirit life we have bodies, free of earthly imperfections, where we continue with the same personality, character, and talents.

To join the Universal Spiritual Brother&Sisterhood please go to: Joining the USB

To purchase Spiritual Light, please go to: USB Bookstore

Email address of John Finnemore, PhD: john@theusb.org

REFERENCES

Austen, A.W. (1938). Teachings of Silver Birch. London: Spiritualist Press.

Flagg, M. and Finnemore, J. (2014). Spiritual light: Universal teachings from the highest spirit realms. Cupertino: USB Vision Press.

Hutton, M. (2014). Review of ‘Spiritual Light: Universal Teachings from the Highest Spirit Realms’. Psychic World, 247, 14.

Moses, W.S. (1949) Spirit teachings. London: Spiritualist Press (first published in 1883 under the pen name ‘M.A. Oxon’).

Semkiw, W. (2011). Origin of the Soul and the Purpose of Reincarnation.