from “They Shall be Comforted”

Maurice Barbanell (1902-1981) was an accomplished journalist and superb medium for the Teachings of Silver Birch.  The description of “life after life” in his book “They Shall Be Comforted” is well worth sharing.

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If you are currently grieving the passing of a loved one, you are urged to read this extract.

One day after “death” you will be the same individual as you were one day before it, except that you will have discarded your physical body.    You will express yourself through your etheric body, which is a replica of the physical one.    It does not, however, reproduce any of its imperfections.

All disease and infirmities will be left behind.    The deaf will hear.   The dumb will speak. The blind will see.   The cripple will be a cripple no longer.

You must try and understand that life in the spirit world is not dreamy or nebulous.   It is full of activity.     It is just as real as the life that each one of us lives here.     We are accustomed to thinking of the material world as being real and solid, although actually, this is not so, as the science of physics proves.    The things of the mind, or the spirit, seem to us shadowy and vague, but to those who live on the Other Side, the mental is the real and the physical is the shadow.

This doubtless will be hard for you to grasp, but you will find a perfect analogy if you think of your dreams.     When you dream, all the things that you encounter are real at the time of their happening. They only become dreams when you wake up.    If you never woke up, and dreaming was the perpetual state of your existence, then that state would become your reality.

The spirit world is round and about us.    Some people see it and hear it because they can tune into its vibrations.     It is not situated in some far-off continent.     It is a part of the universe, blending and intermingling with the physical world.

You must dismiss from your mind the old-fashioned theological idea that, after “death,” there is an undisturbed eternal sleep.      There may be, at first, a short time of rest to enable the newly-arrived spirit to adjust himself to his new life.   This usually takes a little time. Then he meets those who have preceded him.   Families are reunited.    Old associations are re-established.    Friendships are renewed.

I know the question you will ask is, “How will I be able to recognise those who have gone before?”   This is not a real difficulty.   They will know you, having watched over you and kept in constant touch with you.   Then, because the spirit world is a place where thought is the reality, they will be able to show themselves to you as you knew them.

There is, however, one great factor always operating in the spirit world – the unalterable law of attraction.   Only those of like spiritual qualities can meet on the same plane in the new life. The husband and wife, who were only held together on earth by a legal tie, and between whom no real love existed, will not be together in spirit life.

Sometimes, people are puzzled because they learn that there are houses on the Other Side.    You must remember, though, these are not houses made of bricks and mortar but constructed out of thought.    This applies also to the clothing that is worn.

The instinct to clothe oneself is deeply rooted and has become habitual. No one would dream of walking through the streets unclothed.    This habit is part of our mental make-up.    That is why it persists on the Other Side where mental states are the reality.

“What about food?” you may ask. “Do they eat?”

As long as there is a desire for food, this mental desire is mentally satisfied.    As long as the individual craves for food and drink, he can obtain the illusion of what he requires – and it satisfies him.   You may call this material if you like, but it is far more sane and logical than pearly gates and golden harps!

In the spirit world, there are no language difficulties.   All people of all nations speak the same language – thought.    There are no words to be mouthed, for ideas are conveyed telepathically, from one person to another.     Words, after all, are but clumsy substitutions for thoughts.    They are artificial means by which we communicate our ideas to one another.   But words can never adequately express the thoughts one is trying to convey.

One day, when the human race has evolved,  language will be abolished.   We will have learnt how to send our ideas to each other telepathically.    Then, many of our international difficulties will disappear.

In the spirit world, each person’s thoughts are known and cannot be hidden.   There can be no deception of pretence.   Every individual is known for what he is.   He cannot deceive anybody, for lying is impossible.

“What about age?” you may ask. “What happens to old people who pass on?”

Physical age and mental growth do not proceed at the same rate.   We rashly judge a man’s mentality by the age of his physical body here.   On the Other Side of life, it is the mind which survives, and mental growth consists of progress towards maturity.   Little children will grow older.   The old people grow younger in spirit.

What work do they do?   Each person seeks to express his natural bent.   In this earthly life of ours, there are thousands of singers who have never sung; actors who have never acted; painters who have never painted; poets who have never written a line of poetry; musicians who have never composed a note of music.   All these talents have never had an opportunity of being expressed, because through economic circumstances usually, the owners had to follow some other occupation to secure their bread and butter.

On the Other Side, they can express their talents.   There are no square pegs in round holes in that world.   For them, life is one continuous road of progress, each person striving to eliminate the dross from his nature and perfecting his own being. In that striving for perfection, there is no limit.   It goes on for eternity.

The spirit world will not be so unfamiliar as we think because … most of us visit it in our sleep state.   Unfortunately, few of us remember what transpires.   When, however, we pass on, the law of association of ideas will recall our nocturnal experiences.

Of course, it takes some time for the newly arrived spirit to acclimatise himself to the conditions of life on the Other Side.   This process of awakening differs according to the knowledge of spirit life that the “dead” man had before his passing.   The more ignorant he was, the longer it will take him to familiarise himself with his new conditions.

Then, too, those who were trained in very orthodox ideas, with rigid conceptions of after-“death” states, experience a great difficulty, because the next stage of life being a mental one, they live in the mental world they have created, until they have evolved sufficiently to dispel this illusion.

When we pass on, we do not enter Heaven through “pearly gates”, neither do we descend to Hell through lakes of “fire and brimstone”.    Nor do we sleep forever.

Each one of us naturally gravitates to the spiritual sphere for which we are fitted, according to the life we have lived and the character we have evolved here.   We cannot occupy a higher sphere than the spiritual status we have reached, nor will we desire to occupy a lower one.    Automatically, we shall go just to that plane of spirit life for which we are fitted.   We shall not be able to pretend that we are better or worse, for stripped of our physical body we shall be revealed and known for what we are.

People who have lived normal lives will not find anything to disappoint them when they arrive in the spirit world.   It is the selfish man who has to face great difficulties, due to these earthly habits which act as a barrier to be overcome by progress before he is fitted to associate with those he loves.   If by virtue of life he has lived upon earth, he has cut himself off from those who love him, that will be his hell.

What is heaven?   It is the reward of a life wisely spent on earth, for it will mean that automatically we reach those we love … heaven and hell are mental states.   Of course, those who dwell on a higher plane can, if they so desire, visit spirits on relatively lower spheres.   This they often do.   But it is impossible for those on lower planes to visit those on higher.

In many cases, those who “die” go through a difficult period of stress, due to the fact they cannot reach the ones they love on earth.   When they have awakened to an understanding of their new life, they naturally return to their loved ones to try to tell them of their survival.    They find it hard to understand that while they can see the earthly members of their families, the bereaved are unable to sense the presence of those for whom they are mourning.

This is a very poignant sorrow that thousands of spirits experience. They do all they can to attract the attention of earthly friends, but too often they fail and have to leave them disconsolate.

By some law which we do not understand, those on the Other Side know a little beforehand when somebody is going to pass from this world.   They make the necessary preparations to greet them and to help them with their passing.    This explains the fact that on hundreds of occasions people before they “die” have named “dead” relatives they said they could see in the room.   Sometimes these spirit relatives have been seen by those in attendance on the “dying” person.

Clairvoyants who have witnessed the “death” of an individual tell us that they see a replica of the physical body gradually rise, connected for a while by a thread (it is what the Bible describes as the “silver cord”) which is attached to a vicinity near the brain. When the thread is snapped, “death” takes place.   This etheric body is then seen to rise upwards until it disappears from view.

The one thing that brings the greatest sorrow to those who have passed on is our excessive grief.   This, curiously enough, acts as a deterrent to their getting close to us. They do not like the constant visits to the graveyard as they know they are not there. Most Spiritualists make a habit of placing flowers near the photograph of the one who has passed on, particularly remembering anniversaries.   This serves to perpetuate the idea that the spirit is constantly in the home.

Spiritualist also indulge in the habit of mentally communicating with those who have passed on by sending them messages, treating them as if they were actually present in the room.    I know that these messages are received, for again and again I have heard spirit return thanks for this communion and give evidence that he has received it by repeating to the medium some of the ideas expressed.

Spirit life is not a state of vagueness or eternal sleep, but one of activity and labour. Idleness and unemployment do not exist there.    There is plenty for all to do, although I know it is difficult for us who are immersed in material affairs to appreciate the activities of the spiritual world.

Apart from labour, there is the opportunity for recreation and enjoyment.   There are means of education and instruction in all branches of life – in just that particular form of knowledge which the spirit desires.

Of course, many of them are engaged in tasks which mean co-operation with people in this world.    Some of them are hard at work helping to make communication between the two worlds easier.

Others, attracted by people in our world who are following similar lines of research, industry, art or reform, naturally return to inspire those efforts, although often people in this world are unconscious of spirit interest.

(from “They Shall Be Comforted” by Maurice Barbanell,

published by the Psychic Book Club, London. Not dated.)

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Roberta Grimes books…

Roberta Grimes is a lady who has spent decades studying the afterlife and the massive amount of evidence that we now have for the continuation of life after death which has been at our disposal over the past 200 years.   She shares what she has learnt in two of her books which I have recently read.

The books are the Fun of Dying (2010) and the Fun of Staying in Touch (2014).  These two books form part of a trilogy that Roberta has written that explains in simple easy to understand fun-of-dyingterminology just what happens when we transition and about God, reality, and the meaning and purpose of life on earth.

 

 

 

 

In the Fun of Staying in Touch, she outlines the many ways that one can communicate with those who have transitioned and it also includes a study guide and a very comprehensive list of resources.

 

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Roberta is a business attorney who has written quite a few books including a book called Liberating Jesus.

Her books are easy to read.  If you have ever wondered what happens after death and how you may live today with your eternal life in mind, these are two great introductory books.

The following is taken from her blog, “Roberta has been a guest on hundreds of radio programs. She hosts her own live show called Seek Reality on the BBM Global Network, and podcasts of previous Seek Reality shows dating back to 2013 are available for free on WebTalkRadio.net and on iTunes, where her archive has had hundreds of thousands of downloads. Roberta’s shows and podcasts feature interesting and sometimes controversial topics and guests. Their purpose is to help you develop an understanding of what actually is going on.”

Her blog is at http://robertagrimes.com

Most of us believe there is something more to our four score years and ten. But what?  If you have ever wondered, what is next, then you may find yourself on an exciting journey with Roberta.

If you wish to find out a little more without resorting to the academic treatises, then check this lady’s books out.   I purchased my copies from The Book Depository as I have no local bookstore, but I am sure they would be readily available at your local bookstore or library.

 

Little steps…

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As I sit here on the fourth anniversary of your death my darling little girl, I look dispassionately upon myself, the shattered prism of me.  I, as if occupying an outer body person look at this stranger who on the one hand can sit and write so unemotionally yet who also contains a part body that can blink to enable it to see the person reduced to tears bereft of all emotion but utter desolation.   Blink again to see the strong person many others perceive, flash again to see the scared and frightened rabbit person peering in fear of the world from her burrow and I wonder will me ever come back again and do I even know who I am anymore.  Each part of the prism itself shattered in sharp shards upon the floor of earth.

Four years ago almost to the hour as I held your beautiful self, trapped in a  frail body ravaged by twelve months of chemotherapy and radiation and unspeakable tortures and pain, I did not know how my world would be forever changed and distorted beyond measure.   I am, at this time outwardly showing a small window of my pain and inwardly screaming the primal scream of the mother who realises that she will no longer see you again as her vibrant, loving child.    A mother utterly defeated by an enemy she cannot fight.   A force that no matter how much love there is, it cannot stop the final closing of your eyes, the shallow breaths, and the eventual barely perceptible release of your body from its earthly shell held so tightly in a frightened despairing mother’s arms releasing you to what and where she does not know.  The final act of torture that began in her mind a few hours ago when the doctors declare their inability to do any more for you, for us.

A part of me can look back now with pride, watching our respective strengths in the face of the inevitable.  Watching you tidying up your fifteen short years upon this earth writing thank you letters to all the staff thanking them for trying so hard to save you.   A letter for me to open later.   I watch you and I struggling to understand what is happening but at the same instant knowing that it is merely a matter of time before we begin that final journey that we will do together as mother and daughter.   I cannot go back to some of those hours locked behind steel doors that no one but you and I can see today, the trauma now held in the grip of my inner recesses of my mind.  I think of the horror I see in your sweet face when I ask you if there is anything you wish me to give your friends and your reply a maturity beyond your years, “Oh no, mummy, people judge their worth by what they are given.”  On the one hand, I hear that natural expression of yours “mummy” and the part of you that has never changed my little girl, and on the contrary, I listen to the words so wise that trip from your lips.  I see you write down for your professor to read how “sorry you are that you cannot give him the gift of saving your life”.  I take an opportunity to go out of your room, to gather my strength only to see the devastating effect your impending death has on those who have been so much a presence in our lives.  The professor you adore, in his private world and tears, the doctors, the nurses all so evidently aware that the curtain of earthly life is soon to close.  I can no longer dwell upon that last hours scene for the risk that I will be propelled into a state in which others will take control of me. 

I am alone now, more than I ever have been in my life physically, mentally and emotionally and even now cannot let myself go for fear that I will lose me altogether and begin the walk of the living dead.   I turn on the “coping me” that part of me I use, to get through many days and nights and that I now use to complete this writing.  I will shut tight again the doors that hold the trauma of that time, again close them to remain known only to myself and you.  I live in fear that I will slip again into that state of catatonia that rendered me incapable that first month after you died.  That state that stopped me from being able to bury you for many, many weeks.   That state that I  snapped out of by rude, unkind people demanding to know when I was “going to lay you to rest.”  The said and unsaid pressure for me to “get on with life”, the cruel taunt that life goes on without you.

Four years later I can say that I have plumbed the depths of utter desolation and flirted with my death.   Pills piled in front of me, not once but several times I try, but I am not to have that natural release despite my strenuous attempts.  No one knows how many times I have tried and not succeeded how frustrated and painful life is for me.  How many times I have lain for days in pill-induced sleep another attempt thwarted by forces unknown for I am sure each time I have taken enough to send me on my way.

You asked me once, a long time ago what I thought happens to us when we die.  The depth of my reply shows how little I had thought about it.  I had not thought of it at all really, except as I said,” I would like to think that there are more than three score years and ten.”  I came from a dysfunctional family who warred over religion.  I, in turn, looked the other way when it came to religion and spirituality and lumped that part of other people’s life into a box.   I was not interested in pursuing it until I had to, if ever had to, being so sure in my thinking that it was a moot point.  Mindful only that I had you so late in life that I had to make sure only that you be prepared to live without me.

Sometime in the past four years and I can honestly say I do not know when my mother’s instincts again kicked in.    I became desperate to find out where you were, were you safe and was there something I was not doing that was thwarting your attempts to keep your end of the bargain that we had made.  The promise that we had made to each other on that last day that “if there were a way to communicate we would find it.”  Instinctively we must have known that there was more ‘to life’ than this to make this pact with each other.  I see that now so clearly.  I see also so clearly how my  lack of knowledge and grief was holding up our path.

I remember that it was an aha moment at the time, but when that moment happened remains a mystery of the past four years.  One operates on automatic, in a somewhat fog of daily living as I am sure you the reader can imagine that envelops the parent who has to bury their child.  A state that makes them a walking, seemingly okay shell.

But yes, it was an aha moment that there is a difference between religion and spirituality.  I had spent my time since you left reading, studying all I could, about death, life,  the religions of the world, the worlds of spirit, the world not known to me at the time you left and it was a significant point at which I changed in my grieving.   No longer was I wallowing in my pain, rocking at the mercy of emotions.  Pulling myself each time from the depths of what I cannot describe in words but which another parent who buries their child would know. Slowly no longer did I feel helpless without hope. 

I have learnt that the religions of the world to help in spiritual matters are weak support for any but those who do not seek proof, those who are content, to follow without question.  I know I have tested their representatives and words to the extreme as indeed I have tested many “schools of thought”.

I have learnt that there is no easy way for a grieving mother to have answered that very, very basic need of hers to know where her child was in a definitive manner.   I also know it should not be like this.   In general terms, death is to be feared,  seen as final, just as I thought four years ago when I held you, my daughter in my arms.   I very nearly lost my mind and close to losing my life because I did not have what every person should know without question that death is not the end.

Our common usage words departed, deceased, and dead have a common connotation of The End. We really should be the using the most accurate terms such as graduate, transition, and cross over. 

I have found that there is life after bodily death.  I have proved beyond doubt that I can communicate with my beautiful daughter and that there are ways that other parents and families can do the same with their beloved children.    I have found solid, irrefutable evidence that we do live after death that we do not lay in some cold place waiting to be “called.”  I have learned that there is proof out there and available if you need it.  I have also learned how hard it is to find for someone in my position.   I believe it should not be so, so hard, so very hard for grieving people to find some peace.   I think it should be common knowledge and accepted that there is more that we can do between the worlds.

I believe that if you and I my darling can show just one other person the path then our pain and trauma will have been worth it.  To give a gift of peace to another mother or father that yes your child does live on and “is with you more than you can ever realise and this is how you can communicate” would be a gift worth giving indeed. 

The Veil is Lifting – a documentary on orbs

 

Here is a documentary on Orbs.. .. “The Veil is Lifting”
This documentary is a beautiful explanation of orbs and includes some of the early modern day pioneers who wrote upon the subject and whose works are classics in the field and which I shall reference below as I have read and recommend them thoroughly.    Miceal Ledwith and Klaus and Gundi Heinemann added a great deal to our modern day knowledge on the subject.
Several others are interviewed in this documentary and they go into depth about the ramifications of the phenomena.
We live in extraordinary times with access to much more information than ever, about more subjects, in more depth than ever but in so many areas we seem to have lost our way.   I leave you with a teaser I wonder how many of you will see what I am very sure is the appearance albeit briefly of an orb flashing through the screen.  It happens in two places, enjoy this documentary with it’s very thought provoking contribution.
Books
The Orb Project Miceal Ledwith & Klaus Heinemann   Atria Paperbacks
ISBN 9781582701820
Orbs: Their Mission and Messages of Hope Klaus & Gundi Heinemann
ISBN  9781401928865
two other excellent books are:
Orbs and Beyond Hall & Pickering   ISBN 9781780993829
Beyond Photography Hall & Pickering  ISBN  9781905047901
a further source for reading and investigating  I would recommend
Sandra Underwood Orbs, Lightwaves and Cosmic Consciousness 
ISBN  978-1-4415-6200-5

Emma’s Forever-15-Earthday-A Boat Launch

Well, you cannot say we didn’t do our best, in the end, we got them all floating (incoming tide under a full moon), but the candles would not stay alight because of the breeze. We could not do it from the reserve as there was no place to access the water without going in. Far too cold at our ages for getting wet feet. Our first attempt was from the boat ramp, this would have worked fine only there was a log in the way of their progress. Like the intrepid determined women we are, we went to plan b. A carefully thought out one in which we tried to move the log. Now we all know we have to go to the mountain the mountain will not come to us. Nor would a log. Cynthia’s determination was fearless.

I jokingly said oh Em’s probably sitting on the log laughing at us. It was not until we got back home did we see all the orbs and we have an unexplainable light in one photo which I have not shared. There is a particularly nice one with the blue boat surrounded by orbs. Emma’s favourite colour is blue!

So then we decided after being so well prepared for the dark without a torch, we would go to the steps, which we could vaguely see. So off we go after retrieving the boats. Tried lighting them again that was just not going to work, so we sent them off. They worked beautifully, the last photo I took all boats were floating in a line up the mighty river. Now lest you think my photography appalling (you are partly right) my little camera picked up these photos in the pitch black with me aiming at around about the general direction in which they were. So considering the circumstances my little point and shoot did well.

I thank Jenny so much for the hardiness with which she made Em’s boats; you did well Jen thank you. The determination of Debra was evident in the photos which I have in her interests edited out. One does not like to have some things broadcast, but the determination was given to us  by Debra’s unceasing insistence on trying to get a boat to the water with a lighted candle. Thanks to Cynthia’s belief that a log is just a log and can be moved, her positivity unshakeable Cynthia put muscle to the log insisting we could move it, it most likely has been there a hundred or so years and has a well-developed sense of being in its place for eternity. We respected that and moved along to a more congenial set of steps.

I like to think Em and her spirit pals were laughing their heads off and creating too much wind.

I hope that I have helped you to share in our little night at the river celebrating Ems forever 15 Earthday. We do not think we are quite to the standard of the Buddhist Floating Lantern Ceremony, but one has to start small before one can run (or keep a candle lit on a floating boat)

We returned home to share Em’s chocolate Earthday cake, safe in the knowledge that we had done a pretty good job, okay not perfect, and okay photos are a bit how you are going, but at least we gave it a go. The best part of all was we had a great night. Maybe next year we will do something a bit easier like jumping from a plane.

Thank you to all of you, beautiful friends who in some way helped me get through the day, bless you all.

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Karyn

EVP’s 12-08-2016

I am posting these new EVP’s to reward myself for hours of hard work.  Unbelievably I have not got past five minutes yep 5 minutes into a 10- minute recording.  If you hear this and sometimes they are clearer for some people with headphones and you think that something other than what I have interpreted applies, please feel free to contact me.

Hey darling

 

Bobby are part of the group to keep up the ____(unintelligible)

Bobby here, pass from program____(unintelligible) __after but seems to be (overtalked) by another __want to talk about it

Bobby here, from program_____

Christian from ___berg____.   (I have been lucky to have some feedback and it is thought he may possibly be saying Germany as well – with the greatest of thanks to those who give me feedback)

Do you have a copy veto _ (unintelligible)

Edward’s recovering

from conscious survival and ____on behalf of your brain you’ve got to do something about it

I’ll sketch you (voice 1) my whole head how exciting (voice 2)

Neville in ___country

Nina pass the book behind you

Why didn’t you call on Adams corner and be met by Bobby and Margaret at least you will be comfortable.  I have to go now.

You’re still recovering

You know how much I love you (drowned out by louder voice saying something about colour

I am having to check on it by my___(unintelligible)

Is Angie very excited (loud interjection unintelligible) to think we will meet with__do Brian and Ethel know that we are here

Michaels or Marcos shimmering in the light and I am proud to get hereMichaels or Marcos shimmering in the light, and I am proud to get here

I’m Jean Harold from Kyogle near Boolomalyte

Can’t talk too much not one of the came and say you can or can’t do it

You can stop that mob, Graham

I am only into 1:44.o minutes of the 10-minute recording this is an amazing response.   There were many other convesations going in on but tried to pick the ones that had the best quality and could be understood.

Prof Betty’s bio & my review

About the author
Stafford Betty got his Ph.D. in theology from Fordham University, where he specialized in Asian religious thought and Sanskrit. Today he is a professor of world religions at California State University, Bakersfield, and a researcher on death and what follows. In 2011 he published The Afterlife Unveiled, which maps out the afterlife as described by seven discarnates communicating through mediums. The Imprisoned Splendor, is a novel set in the world beyond. Heaven and Hell Unveiled: Updates from the World of Spirit is a non-fiction work which outlines a more fully fleshed out presentation of the afterlife.  His 2016 fictional work, The Severed Breast is published by White Crow Books. Betty’s latest non-fiction work, When did you ever become less by dying? Evidence for the Afterlife from Philosophy, Religion, and Psychical Research is published in summer 2016. Stafford writes a blog for The Huffington Post and White Crow in an attempt to reach non-specialists. Many of his articles are available at academia.edu.


My review as posted on Amazon UK & USA

Professor Betty’s  studied examination of the evidence of life after death through its many forms using as a guide a beacon of the physicalist, materialist, dualism and what can only rise above these restrictive philosophies to that of his theory of Qualified Monism. I propose this work will move forward and come to be a classic in the literature.  His evidential case for survival after death proven beyond doubt, something that had I not been brought up with the aforementioned societal guides I may have fared better.   I know that walk.  In late December 2012 as I cradled in my arms my dying 15-year-old daughter with utter devastation I had no idea of what was to be a monumental journey, to satisfy a grieving mother’s desperate need to know where her child was and more importantly was she safe.  My journey follows Professor Betty’s book so eerily that I have no doubt it came to me for a reason.  From hell to the whole, I too researched and researched almost chapter by chapter of this book for the evidence of continuity of survival after death and the type of survival I could expect she was now in, and I now communicate through EVP’s.  I wish no-one to have their paradigm shift the way I did but to gain the best benefit of life on earth that are as Professor says is what is so needed; the benefits outweigh our present reality neatly summed in the later pages with the keen eye of a man who can see a different paradigm.  This work is not above the average reading ability for the Professor has distilled science to a reachable state for us all. Other reviews detail precisely other angles of the book.  I understand completely Professor Betty’s final story of the woman whose child perished in the war because I am there now.

 

When did you become less by dying?

 

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Professor Betty back

 

 

 

 

 

 
In  this book Professor Stafford Betty pulls together the best evidences for survival of death.  The very best, he maintains, come from psychical research. The near-death experience, deathbed visions, reincarnational memories of children, communication from the so-called dead through mediums, apparitions, poltergeists, spirits that reach out to us through electronic instruments, spirits that attach themselves to our bodies, and episodes of terminal lucidity in Alzheimer’s patients are all included.

But philosophy has a lot to say as well.  In simple terms Betty lays out the evidence against reductive materialism that claims all our experience is generated by the brain and that we perish at death.  Viewing the brain as an instrument put to good use by the immaterial self is much more consistent with the evidence.

Finally, he surveys the universal affirmation by the world’s religions that we survive death.

Betty brings together memorable examples and careful analysis of each type of evidence.  Each type is imposing enough by itself, but taken together they build a case for survival of death that is insurmountable.  He shows that life after death, as mysterious as it is, should no longer be regarded as a hypothesis, but, like dark matter, a fact.

 

EVP, s from 31st July, 2016

Some of the quality of the EVP’s may require you to wear headphones and often they are clearer with them. Again I did not call upon anyone in particular. It gives a greater variety of the recordings. Many of the sentences were long and could do not fit the file name. I have tried to find the clearer ones. There are many things I did not go into as it is such a laborious process.  Indeed there were many conversations in which I could pick up words but not intelligable enough to form a sentence although I could understand what they were communicating to each other.  Again I have put the name first if there is one. If you think that you hear anything that I have not picked up, please do tell me. I aim to have accuracy especially with names and in two cases tonight where I also received addresses of sorts.

Ashley Gowan

Asking Satch how did you go with mummy’s car alarm.  His reply was” I broke hinge/engine/unit.  This was a rather long response but a lot of it was unintelligable.

(Bob) Just now, not to bother bob but the (foals) are coming, woman then says uh ha funny are they, wouldn’t mid watching that

Carria/Michael .  Love you, Carria. Michaels alright now he had some functional mechanical problem while there he conquered the lot…..  Now he is vastly different.

Pleased to help mum in reaching you for …..(Ramadan?)

I’ll be happy you both be a programmer.  Honey if I am a bitch to you can call Honey.  I’m not too big __you get motherhood and you can have your own function.  People conquer photography (new voice, I’m easy) No I’m joking something hard you can always go back (another voice -instant change) This is not rocket stuff that you have to bother them, I’m easy.

I’m tired, an honour to talk to you Margaret.

Karen Rutledge happening (another voice) Did I call you have you been maried long Karen?

Lisa Harbord(yeah I’m Lisa Harbord from Kings___

Love you Carria Michaels alright now

mary I’ll come to you and try and find each out, Kat ?me, Matthew Wilson wil find out if we can.  If we find you havent been given an (induction).  We have been told everyone ends up (together) we loved to be open.  Time for last purchase.

Neville

Odette :  My names Odette BobbieCarrioker and I come from a wheat farm in (Nevada, Nevana?)

Paris (I’m Paris ?Long)

Richard you forgot the football Bob didn’t mention that.

Paula Haddon

Richard you took the wrong football

Paula Harrison (this is from)

I could have had a form of pneumonia in that lung