When Sandra contacted me to ask whether I’d be interested in investigating her sister’s house, I immediately jumped at the opportunity. What better way to spend Halloween Eve than in a haunted house with the spirits who inhabit it? It was over an hour’s drive to Glengarry County where the house is located and when I arrived Sandra and her niece Kathy were waiting outside. The house looked innocent enough in its darkness, though the street was dark and strangely deserted, with no ‘trick or treaters’ in sight.

courtesy of blog.sfgale.com

courtesy of blog.sfgale.com

Kathy heard a noise in the backyard and went to investigate while Sandra and I went indoors. During a brief tour of the house, I remarked that the energy was strongest in the living room, near a particular wall. “That’s where my father was waked” Sandra replied. I took some photos, lit candles and the three of us settled down in the living room. I chose a rocking chair to sit in and leaned my head against the backrest with my eyes closed. Within minutes I felt the sensation of being rocked. “Someone is trying to rock my chair,” I announced. “That would be Bonnie,” Kathy replied. “You’re sitting in her chair.” (Bonnie is Kathy’s mother and Sandra’s sister) “Now she is trying to tip the chair,” I exclaimed.

We sat in silence for a few minutes while I waited for contact. “A male spirit is here. He’s not very tall, about 50 years old. He says “Anyone who buys this house will have money problems.” He mentioned the name Frank, that he was a visitor to the house, and that he sees Frank from time to time. (Sandra acknowledged that Frank was indeed her father’s friend and frequent visitor to the house. Her father died at the age of 48). Kathy, whose parents eventually took over the house, added that her father used to complain all the time that the house was a “money pit”.

I remarked that Bonnie was still present but seemed afraid to speak. (Kathy confirmed that her father often fought with her mother, Bonnie.) When the male spirit left, Bonnie began to communicate telepathically and I verbally passed her messages on to Sandra and Kathy. “I’m staying here to look after the place,” Bonnie said firmly. “I’ll leave when someone moves in. I don’t want to live with a bunch of strangers.” Kathy smiled and acknowledged this was indeed something her mother would say. Bonnie then gave messages to her sister Sandra. “We used to bicker a lot when we were kids,” she communicated. “You didn’t like getting the coal (for the stove). You were afraid of (mice?)“

The wall where the wake took place. Bonnie's chair in the right corner. The white shadow is not a reflection.

The wall where the wake took place. Bonnie’s chair in the right corner. The white shadow is not a reflection.

Ask her about Mike,” Kathy urged. At this point my legs went cold up to the knees and I acknowledged out loud that it felt like Bonnie had tried to sit on me or beside me on the chair. I got up and moved across the room to the sofa to let Bonnie have her chair. “She says Mike is not with her,” I responded. “What does she think of him?” Kathy wanted to know. “She says he is a scoundrel; that she used to tell him to think before he acted.” (Kathy later acknowledged that Mike had committed suicide and it made sense that he wasn’t with Bonnie.)

Bonnie also communicated strongly that we “clear the house” (to get rid of negative energy). The house had been for sale for over a year without any offers. We did as Bonnie asked and started by sageing ourselves first, and then Sandra and Kathy each carried a lighted candle while I held the bowl with the burning sage as we moved from room to room, starting with the downstairs and basement, then moving upstairs. I said a prayer aloud in each room to clear the energy and to protect the house and the people who entered. I also asked Bonnie to send buyers, specifically the right people for the house.

Table where the reading took place. We all felt Bonnie's presence. Note the white shadow on the wall.

Table where the reading took place. We all felt Bonnie’s presence. Note the white shadow on the wall.

We finished the evening with a special reading for Sandra and Kathy during which time they each received personal messages that were meaningful to them. It was close to 9:00 PM when we finished, and as we prepared to leave, a text message came through on Kathy’s phone. “An offer came in; the house is sold!” Kathy yelled and burst into happy tears. “Wow, Bonnie works fast,” I said. “I’ve never gotten results this quick before!”

Was it coincidence, or did Bonnie decide after a year that it was time to move on and help her girls sell the house? I leave it to you to decide. We sat down with the spirits that Halloween Eve and listened to what they had to say. Sandra, Kathy and I were there…we saw, we felt, we heard, and that’s all we have to say.

By the way…if you are looking for an agent who specializes in haunted houses, check out Phil’s blog at http://www.lightinthedarkparanormal.wordpress.com

© Photos and article Beverley A Young 2015

Here in Canada the trees are on fire with red, gold and orange sprays of color. The days grow shorter and colder and the wind strips the leaves from their branches to prepare a patchwork quilt for mother earth. The mood is set for Halloween when ghosts and shadow men come out to play. In the spirit of Halloween, I have collected some of my favourite haunted tales, sent to me from readers, to share with you. Warning: don’t read these stories at bedtime!

halloween ghosts

From Rebecca

I live in what used to be an old pub that is approximately 600 years old so the house has seen a lot of things! When I was about 7, I used to sleep with my door open and would see the shadow of a man wearing a hat appear round the corner of my door. I used to ask the man to leave me alone because I was petrified, and he did.

On the third floor is where most people have seen spiritual beings. My aunt who tried for a baby for 6 years flew from Ireland to stay with us. While sleeping on the third floor, she felt someone sit on the bed and touch her belly. The next day she was pregnant. Another guest fled in the night because he saw a girl looking through the wardrobe at him, and then disappear.

A child ghost used to play with my sister’s hair. When I was around 11, I was playing in the living room downstairs when I saw a long-haired girl in an old fashioned nightgown watching me on the sofa. My stuff is constantly going missing until I ask for it back and sure enough, it returns. My whole life I’ve always felt people around me. I’m never alone and sometimes it scares the life out of me!

From John S

I first saw a shadow man as a child. Shadow blobs are parasites that feed off negative emotions like fear, sadness and anger. They are like bugs but can have a slight influence on people to perpetuate the emotional pain so they can continue feeding. The larger human looking shadows are a little more powerful. They can attach to families where there is abuse or emotional pain and can perpetuate the cycle of abuse in families for many generations.

I recently had an encounter with a hat man at a local park. He had blue eyes, dark grey skin, duster-like trench coat, and large hat. He also wore a bluish-white canister about a foot long, cylindrical shaped on his chest. It was a source of power, like a crystal vessel. I communicated with him and he said he was from another dimension where they evolved underground for some reason.

They do have physical bodies but can astral project so well that they cast shadows and can interact with this plane with their astral bodies. He was interested in the activities at the park, at least pretended he was. He followed me home. This was the first time I communicated with a hat man and I doubt it was a chance encounter.

From Pamela

My hubby’s grandpa passed away and then a year later his dad passed away. He was extremely close with them. One morning my hubby picked up his phone and it was completely drained although it was fully charged before we went to bed. The last few times we were at the cottage, we were startled by things—at first just the television coming on at 3 AM or the flashlight turning on, and the lights acting weird. Now we are getting awakened between 12 and 1:00 in the morning to loud knocking on the walls and our four year old son whimpering in his bed afraid.

The last time we stayed at the cottage we woke up at 1:00 to a loud bang and knocking on the wall. My hubby ran into our son’s room and found him startled but not quite awake, whimpering. Meanwhile I was sitting up in bed scared, looking into the kitchen and listening/watching. All of a sudden I saw a moving fog patch, the size of a human pass in front of two chairs then disappear. I yelled to my hubby “something’s out there” and he went into the kitchen but didn’t see anything. We believe it was his dad.

From Lore

When I was about 6 years old I was in my bedroom one morning with the door open to the office directly across the hall. I looked up from what I was doing and saw a little boy staring at me from the doorway. He was entirely in black shadow and his posture told me he was nervous about watching me. I did not feel threatened, only that it was a child observing another child. I stared back at him for a few seconds then yelled for my mom and the boy retreated into the dark office.

I described him to my parents as a boy made of shadows, but his form was distinct. Our house was built by my parents and we knew of no deceased children so I don’t know why a ghost child would be there, but the memory of the event has stuck in my mind.

Over the years I have had vivid dreams of being on another planet with two moons that orbited it and the majority of the planet was water. The people there looked like humans, but had more advanced technology and their architecture had an Asian flare. Usually a man or a woman—teacher, professor, or technician, would greet me and tell me I was there to observe and they would proceed to teach and show me different things. When I woke up from these dreams, I would try to draw a map and pictures of what I saw.

You mentioned that shadow people come from a different dimension or planet and the shadow boy I saw as a young child was clearly observing me. I wonder if this was some kind of astral foreign exchange program or just a child’s overactive imagination.

From Dan McGee

Dan shared two short videos he posted on YouTube. The “Donner Party Ghost” has a good story behind it. The “Ghost Mouse” is really bizarre but worth a look if you like the unusual.

Donner Party Ghost https://youtu.be/5t6FG4t6c_0

Ghost Mouse https://youtu.be/Wjc8sJd73nI

My personal scariest story happened at the Ottawa Carlton County Jail, known as one of the ten most haunted places in the world. I stayed overnight alone on the 9th floor, just steps away from the gallows and Death Row. I was researching a story at the time and got permission to wander around the jail and take photos at night. The cell blocks were dimly lit and the air was heavy with negative energy. When I visited the cell where the last man hanged in Canada had stayed during his final days, I just had to lie down on his cot. The next morning when I awoke in my room, I had three long scratches on my back with no explanation as to how they got there. To my surprise when I arrived home and transferred the photos from my digital camera to computer, I discovered several images of spirits – some of them in the very room where I had slept! Interestingly, two of the spirits were dressed in the outfits worn by jail staff at that time. To read the full story about my jail adventure, click on http://ghosttalkblog.com/?s=Creepy+but+true

This Halloween I plan to travel out of town to attend a Past Life regression with a group of people I’ve never met before. What are your plans for Halloween? Do you plan to dress up in costume? Please share your scariest story.

happy halloween


I don’t know God on an intellectual level. What I know for sure is that the only way I connect with the Creator is through the mind in the heart. This heart connection to God is authentic, without bias from the intellectual mind or external influences. When I speak to him in total honesty and bare my soul I know he will respond—either in words or action, and sometimes both. I am not a religious person yet I have come to know the nature of God over the years through life experiences and on my quest for truth. This is what I know for certain about the nature of God:

Spiritual God

That he is referred to by many names, including: God, Jesus, a “Higher Power”, the Creator, Allah, the “Oneness”, God Consciousness, the “Source” and Spirit;

That God is father to all and was most closely represented in human form by the man known as Jesus of Nazareth, and in spirit form as the God consciousness or “Oneness” that connects us all;

That the Creator is a loving and compassionate soul who listens without judging or criticising. He is the wise Magi, the mystical, magical source that can work magic in our lives through opportunities that lead us to our calling in life, or he can wreak havoc in our lives through lessons that help us evolve as spiritual beings;

He rewards us when we choose a path of service to others, or one that inspires and uplifts, or otherwise benefits humankind in some way. The greatest rewards come from selfless acts, without personal gain as the intent behind the act;

His rewards come in several forms—sometimes monetary and more often as blessings, insights, or wisdom that benefit us and help us to grow in some way;

He is an all-knowing, all-powerful energy that rules the Universe with the help of a spiritually powerful team of Higher Beings, known as The White Brotherhood (“white” referring to “Spirit”);

He is a merciful God, not responsible for war, death, disease, starvation or any other form of human suffering, or the demise of our planet Earth. Those are our mistakes and consequently our responsibility;

No matter what you did or did not do in the past, he will always be there for you. He is forgiving, a dependable, loyal and constant parent, friend, mentor, spiritual advisor and the source of all knowledge. He will not seek you out—you must seek him;

God’s nature is most compatible with ours when we have faith that he knows what is best for us; when we turn our will over to him, and when we speak to him with an open, trusting and honest heart. He is transparent and we must be too, if we aspire to know and be the nature of God.

Donna McMillanI was inspired to write this post by two recent experiences. I learned from my long-time friend Donna McMillan, who was Maid of Honour at my wedding in 1969, that she was terminally ill. I volunteered to drive her 94 year old parents and their dog to Toronto to visit her, and after thinking it over, Donna gratefully accepted my offer. I was honoured that she trusted me with this delicate task and made arrangements with Donna’s parents the following day. We stayed at Donna’s home in Toronto and I drove her parents back and forth to the hospital daily to spend time with their daughter.

As she grew sicker and weaker, Donna was in constant discomfort and expressed her readiness and willingness to go. On the eve of what would be her last day in this world, I witnessed a beautiful and most moving exchange. There were just the four of us in the room—Donna, her parents and me. It was very peaceful. Donna said “I can feel it” and opened her arms wide. Her eyes were bright with a light in them that wasn’t there previously. Donna had a beautiful, private moment with each of her parents before we left the hospital and her last words to me were “I don’t want them to be alone when they find out”.

At 3:00 a.m. a neighbour knocked on the door with a message that Donna had passed. As I prepared myself to waken Donna’s parents, her words came back clearly in my mind. “I always wondered why you chose me to be your Maid of Honour, and why at this time we reconnected. Now I know it was destiny. When I asked (God) who to trust to tell my parents about my illness and to bring them to visit me, your face floated in front of me.” I too believe that God had a hand in bringing Donna and I together at the end of her life.

Front Page of TrualityMy second inspiration for the post came via another friend, George Kokich, the founder of Spiritual Frontiers Canada. George had left a telephone message while I was away and sent an email announcing the completion of his first book ‘On Truality: A Forgotten Idea About the Source of All Creation’. George asked me to write a review for his book, which I did, and in the process it got me thinking again about the nature of God and my relationship with him. The message was clear…I had been thinking about writing an article on this difficult and complex subject for a long while. The timing was perfect.

George refers to his first book as an introduction to truality. His second book, currently a work-in-progress, promises to provide more detail and background on how he discovered truality during his evolving, life-changing spiritual journey. The 32 page book can be downloaded for free on George’s website at http://www.truality.ca where you can also read the reviews and more about the author and book.

Do you believe in God? What do you know for sure about the nature of God? Your comments, insights and life experiences are always gratefully received.


Having lost my own mother to cancer when I was fifteen, I am acutely aware of the lifelong impact on children (infancy to age 17) whose parent or parents die. These children face a gauntlet of emotions as they grow up—deep sadness, a great sense of loss, and in some situations guilt and abandonment. Recently I stumbled upon the book The Loss That Is Forever by Maxine Harris, PH.D., about the lifelong impact of the early death of a mother or father. I saw many parallels in my own life in the examples Harris uses from her case studies.

Just over 5% of children are survivors of the early death of a mother or father. A higher number of deaths involve fathers while a smaller percentage involves the loss of both parents. The overall consensus of the adult children Dr. Harris interviewed, and I agree with them, is that they grew up feeling different and alone, without someone to watch their back.

A parent—a father for a boy and a mother for a girl—serves as a living example of how to be a person. Children follow the example set by that role model and when it is lost, the child struggles to piece together an identity. That same child may seek out an alternate role model in a family member or someone else they admire. Some become avid readers of adventure stories or biographies in their search for a role model to emulate and measure up to.

Without a mother or father to guide them, children often feel they are missing out on information that is vital to their own adult development. For example, observing a friend’s mother folding laundry can trigger an overwhelming sense of emptiness in a child who did not have a mother to teach her this simple task.

James Dean

James Dean

Actor James Dean was nine when his mother died. His father put him on a train with his mother’s casket and sent him to his hometown to be raised by an aunt and uncle. Dean used to sneak out of his uncle’s house at night to visit his mother’s grave where he would cry and plead “Mother why did you leave me? I need you…I want you.” Eventually his emotions turned to anger and he defiantly promised himself “I’ll show you for leaving me…I’m going to be great without you!”

Children grieve differently from adults. Adults may feel bereft and empty when someone dies that they loved deeply, but they know they will survive. On the other hand, children who lose a parent go through a range of emotions—panic, pain, terror, confusion. After all, if the parent they depended on can be snatched away from them, then nothing is safe, predictable, or secure anymore. Later in life, these same children may experience difficulty maintaining an intimate relationship out of fear this loved one too will abandon them.

Very young children lack the language skills and thought processes to even begin to make sense of a parent’s death. In comparison, adults who survived the Holocaust or the bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki lived through horrors that could not be described or explained in words. These adult survivors were as helpless as children to make sense of the devastation and catastrophes that changed their lives forever.

Survivors of early loss speak of an emptiness that can never be filled. Infants and toddlers who lose a parent feel their absence rather than loss. They have no personal memory or attachment to the parent who died and only know him or her from stories and photos shared by family members. It is this absence they feel when they observe their friends celebrating Mother’s Day or Father’s Day. One woman whose mother died when she was a baby described the loss this way: “I never had her, so I don’t feel the loss. I experience the absence of a mother. There’s a hole where Mother should have been, a blank space.”

For most children, the loss of a parent would register ten on an emotional Richter scale. Sudden death—whether from murder, accident or unexpected medical crisis—shatters a child’s sense of security in the world. The early death of a parent also shatters core beliefs about safety, parental power, lovability and reality itself. One adult survivor described his reaction to his mother’s death when he was in grade eight as being “numb, like a sleepwalker going through the motions of life, unable to comprehend what happened.”

In situations where a parent dies from suicide, Dr. Harris has this to say: “The suicide of a parent shatters a child’s belief that he or she is lovable and worthy of being loved…a child must contend with the fact that the parent died willingly, that he or she sought death and knowingly, thoughtlessly and selfishly left the child behind. (The question) “If my mother or father loved me, how could they have left me?” haunts the lives of the survivors of suicide.”

Madonna was just six when her mother died.

Madonna was just six when her mother died.

When a parent dies young, children are introduced to death in a way that influences how they see the world for the rest of their lives. Singer Madonna says that her mother’s early death when she was just six taught her that life was short and no one should wait for the things they really want. Without a mother to guide her choices, Madonna was left with the responsibility of inventing and reinventing the woman she would become. Having grown into adulthood without the guidance of my own mother, I can certainly relate to Madonna’s sense of having to create and recreate the woman.

It’s when I observe the close relationship between mothers and daughters that I feel the loss of my own mother so keenly. I feel cheated that I never knew my mother as an adult or had her help and guidance when raising my own children. On the positive side, I attribute my mother’s death to my early interest in spirits and the Afterlife—an interest that has grown into a lifelong passion. What I know for certain is that parents who cross over continue to watch over and guide their children from the Afterlife.

Book Cover-The Loss that is ForeverHave you experienced the death of a parent or parents at an early age? Whether you did or not, please share your thoughts and feelings on the topic, I would love to hear from you!

The Loss That Is Forever by Maxine Harris, PH.D. is available at http://www.amazon.com

©Beverley A Young 2015

Most people today think of themselves as not being superstitious and may even frown on such practices. Yet our everyday lives are filled with common expressions and habits that fit into the category of superstition. While avoiding such practices as walking under ladders makes perfect sense, other superstitions are so imbedded in our belief system that we fail to recognize them as superstitions.  So just how superstitious are you?

Do you say “bless you” when someone sneezes? At one time it was believed that when a person sneezed their soul was thrust from the body. A person close by would utter “Bless you” to protect the detached soul from being claimed by the devil until the soul rejoined the body.

Do you consider horseshoes to be good luck symbols? Horseshoes used to be made from iron which was considered to have magical qualities because it was able to withstand fire. The blacksmiths who made the horseshoes were also thought to have special powers because they worked with the fire element and magical iron. It used to be common practice for people to hang a horseshoe over their front door to welcome good luck.

Do you say “knock on wood” and follow up with a couple of raps on something made of wood? This expression is commonly used to avoid tempting fate to change a string of good luck. One explanation suggests the superstition originated in the eighteenth century when men would knock on the wood stock of their muzzle-loading rifles to settle the black powder charge and ensure the weapon would fire cleanly. Another theory suggests the tradition has pagan roots. Pagans, believing that trees were home to fairies and spirits and other mystical creatures, would knock on wood once to request a favour or good luck, then knock a second time to express their thanks.

Do you avoid having a black cat cross your path? The Western culture especially views this as an omen of bad luck. Black cats have long been associated with witches and evil spirits. Gamblers are especially wary of the ‘black cat curse’ if they see one on their way to a gambling event. In certain cultures however, including Japan, Great Britain and Ireland, black cats are seen as omens of good luck.

Do you shake hands with someone you meet for the first time?  This tradition is believed to have originated as a gesture of peace to demonstrate the hand concealed no weapon. When two people shook hands to seal a business agreement, the agreement was not official or legally binding until the hands parted.

Do you cross your fingers when you tell a lie or wish for good luck? This superstition tends to be more common in Christian countries, suggesting it is related to the sign of the cross—either asking forgiveness for telling a lie or calling on the Heavens for good luck, depending on the intention.

Do you believe that a broken mirror brings seven years of bad luck? It was once commonly believed that a mirror captured part of a person’s soul, and when a mirror shattered, part of the soul was scattered too. In some cultures, mirrors and reflective surfaces are covered in a house where someone has died, to allow their soul to leave without getting trapped in the mirror.

Do you believe that accidentally spilling salt is a bad omen? One theory suggests this superstition originated with Judas Iscariot when he purportedly spilled salt at the Last Supper shortly before he betrayed Jesus. Another common superstition holds that throwing a pinch of salt over your left shoulder balances out the bad luck with good luck.

Do you believe the number 13 is unlucky? This belief is so widespread that apartment buildings skip the thirteenth floor and instead number them from twelve to fourteen. Interestingly Apollo 13 was the only US mission that failed to land on the moon. One theory links ‘thirteen’ to the Last Supper, where it is believed Judas Iscariot sat at the thirteenth place at the table. Or it may have evolved from Viking lore—Loki, the trickster being the thirteenth god. On Friday October 13, 1307 King Philip IV of France ordered the arrest of the Knights Templar. Most of the knights were tortured and killed.

Are you familiar with the superstition around ‘Dead Man’s Hand’— a pair of black eights and a pair of black aces, plus a fifth unspecified card? Although this is actually a good poker hand, legend has it these were the cards held by Wild Bill Hickok, the famous Wild West lawman, when he was fatally shot during a poker game in Deadwood in 1876. If you see a character in a film dealt this hand, it is highly likely he will soon meet his end.

I lived my first fifteen years in a house at 13 Rosemount Avenue. Our family certainly had more than its share of bad luck even though I recall seeing a horseshoe hanging over one of the doors. Given the same circumstances today, and if my parents had the money to do so, they might hire a Feng Shui practitioner to advise them on how to change the energy in the house. Or perhaps rid the house of negative energy by burning sage. Instead of carrying a rabbit’s foot for good luck, people today wear angel pins or keep statues of angels and other symbolism like crosses or stones in their home to watch over and protect them. (I am one of those!) We think of ourselves as more spiritually aware souls but have we simply exchanged one set of superstitions for another? And will future generations look back on our well-intentioned practices as superstitious beliefs?  What are your thoughts on this?

©Beverley A Young 2015

We have all experienced past lives and the highlights of those experiences are carried forward into our present lifetime. For those of you who haven’t yet explored your past lives, here are some of the signs that confirm the likelihood of a past life:

image courtesy of www.pinterest.com

image courtesy of http://www.pinterest.com

You identify with, or have a strong affinity for a particular culture, such as North American Indian or East Indian, and may like to dress in their style of clothing;

You strongly identify with a particular era, such as pioneer life in the 1800s, or the Salem witch hunt in 1692;

You are drawn to, or feel compelled to visit a particular country, and when you visit for the first time it feels familiar, like home;

You pick up another language easily and mimic the expressions as though you were born into that culture;

You have an unexplained phobia such as an intense fear of water, snakes, or heights. In this situation, it is likely you experienced an unpleasant situation related to the phobia in a past life;

You feel an instant bond with someone you meet for the first time and that person remains important in your life, or you feel unusually close to a family member—niece, nephew, aunt, uncle, spouse. In this situation you likely shared a past life with that person(s) who may have played a different role in your past life together. For example, your husband in this lifetime may have been your sister, brother, mother or father in a previous life. By closely examining the relationship – how you relate to one another – it may provide a clue. For example, do you bicker like children (brother-sister), or do you feel protective and nurturing (mother-father)?

Recently during a Tarot reading for a client, I came across an excellent example of how past lives affect our present life. At the end of the reading my client asked the question: “How old is my soul?” I did a ‘Question and Answer’ spread for him and many of the Major Arcana cards turned up (with Roman numerals). The cards also contained  swords, shields, and armour. Overall the symbols clearly indicated a past life as a Roman soldier or gladiator.

In this lifetime my client’s physical appearance is solid and strong, with the appearance of a warrior and the heart of a compassionate, caring, and giving individual. At the conclusion of the reading, he mentioned that he’d had a recurring dream about carrying an injured comrade to safety behind a wall and asked if this person might still play a role in this life. The indication was that the two had shared many lifetimes together and his comrade was his spirit guide. Interestingly, my client confided that he has an intense hatred for war of any kind, and in fact he feels so strongly about war that he cannot bear to watch war movies.

Last week I gave a presentation on Past Lives to the North Country Spiritualist Church in Malone, New York. They are an amazing group with a good number of healers, mediums and past life experiencers among them. The group’s inspirational leader is a delightful woman by the name of Theresa White.

Cover of Don's bookAfter the presentation, I had an opportunity to speak to Don Silver who recently published A Past Life, a book about his previous life as a Caucasian boy in the seventeenth century, who was captured and later adopted into an Arapaho tribe in South Dakota. His tribal name was ‘Brave Hawk”. When Don was first introduced to this past life by medium Tana Hanley, he initially thought it was “nonsense”.  However a vivid and colorful dream in which his spirit guides appeared, changed Don’s mind and compelled him to write the book. The author hopes that his book will “inspire everyone to open their minds to the miraculous nature of eternity”. (Available at Balboa Press, Amazon.com, and Kindle)

Have you explored a past life? Or are you aware of any members of your circle of family and friends who shared a previous life with you? If so I would love to hear your story – please share it in the “comment” section for everyone to read.

© Beverley A Young 2015-05-20

As a student of the Universe I am constantly in awe of the methods used to convey knowledge and the magnitude of the ‘blackboard’ used to deliver the lessons. Over the years I have learned to keep a pad and pen with me at all times for this knowledge can come at any time and to any location. One of my greatest, most revealing lessons arrived unexpectedly one day when I witnessed the power of the sun firsthand and received a spontaneous lesson on how the sun feeds life to us and to our planet. Sun I had joined a friend for a day of boating in the Thousand Islands region of the St. Lawrence River one September day when the brilliance of the sun directly overhead caught my attention. Being a fire sign, I had always been drawn to the sun and the life force of energy that seemed to emanate from its rays. While my friend was busy steering the boat, I took the opportunity to observe the sun from where I was comfortably seated at the bow. From my White Eagle teachings I know that the sun is the life force for all things, however the impact of the sun’s force had never transfixed me in this way before, and I soon found myself unable or unwilling to pull my eyes away.

As I continued to gaze at the sun, I was drawn deeper and deeper into its brilliance and found myself slipping into an altered state of consciousness. In this altered state, I watched as definitive lines took shape around the sun. Two pulsating white lights began to circulate the circumference of the sun in opposite directions—one light travelling clockwise; the other counter-clockwise. From these rings of energy, rays of light emerged and were projected downward towards earth. Yellowish clouds of a misty substance began to float away from this energy field and move outwardly towards the clouds.

The substance then passed through the clouds as though the clouds were acting as a filter, and began a slow descent to earth. While this ‘light’ show was happening, information was being channeled to me that explained how the sun is the life force, or power pack, and our bodies are the receptors. Our aura or energy field draws power from this solar force and the chakras, or energy points in our bodies, are the sparks and plugs so to speak. This was an important revelation to me, one that proved we are not separate from creation but inter-dependent upon the golden life force that sustains us.

Sun God 2The experience reminded me of the ancient Sun-men or Sun-gods, the original brothers of the White Light who came to earth during an early civilization to establish the inner light. These Sun-gods were bigger and physically stronger than men today and they held great spiritual power. With them they brought the ancient wisdom which is the foundation of all religion and contains the mystical knowledge that philosophers and theologians seek. “There is a world composed of finer ethers within your ‘solid’ world; not the spirit life as you understand it, to which you go when your body dies, but something closer to earth. Within this finer world the ancient Brethren of the Sun still live and worship in their Sun temples and Sun cities.”—White Eagle teachings from the book ‘Sun Men of the Americas’ by Grace Cooke.

From their early teachings, mystery schools were established in remote places and the people were taught the divine laws which rule the natural world, and how to live in harmony with these laws, in love and brotherhood. Back then the ancients worshipped the sun, not in the physical sense, but as the life-giver of their world. Sadly most of humanity today is unaware of this deeper connection we have with the sun, that it is the light we are drawn to upon physical death. “The ultimate goal of mankind is that the inner light should become so strong and radiant that even the cells of the physical body are transmuted into finer substances which can overcome mortality.”—A principle of the White Eagle Lodge. Have you ever experienced the powerful energy of the sun and felt a connection to it as the source of all life?

What do people think about in the final moments before death? Some reach out to God while others are remorseful or philosophical and the odd few express their appreciation for the life they were given, like movie actor Errol Flynn: “I’ve had a hell of a lot of fun and I’ve enjoyed every minute of it.” No matter what a person’s station in life, their dying words are often quite revealing of their true nature.

Da Vinci's Last Supper Leonardo da Vinci is considered one of the great masters of all time, yet his final words when he died in 1519 portrayed the mindset of an artist who was both humble and a perfectionist. “I have offended God and mankind because my work did not reach the quality it should have.”

On his deathbed in 1931, the final words spoken by Thomas Edison, Inventor of the electric light bulb, phonograph player, and movie camera, were “It is very beautiful over there.”

Joan CrawfordMovie actress Joan Crawford in her final moments in 1977 said to her housekeeper who was praying at her bedside, “Damn it. Don’t you dare ask God to help me.” Although Ms. Crawford’s close personal friends remember her as a generous and compassionate soul, she is unfortunately tied forever to the evil mother unfairly and inaccurately portrayed by her adopted daughter in her tell all book Mommy Dearest.

When Steve Jobs, Apple Co-Founder died in 2011 at the age of 56, his sister Mona said his final words were “Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow.”  The computer icon once described death as “very likely the single best invention of life.”

Pope John Paul II’s dying words at the age of 84 were spoken in Polish and translated as “Let me go to the house of the Father.”

Martin Luther KingOne of the world’s greatest spiritual leaders Martin Luther King said to his musician friend Ben Branch who was at his side when King was fatally shot by an assassin’s bullets in 1968, “Make sure you play ‘Take my hand, Precious Lord’. Play it real pretty.”

Gospel singer Mahalia Jackson performed the song at King’s funeral.

Louis XVI of France spoke these last words on the guillotine in 1793: “I die innocent of all the crimes laid to my charge. I pardon those who have occasioned my death, and I pray to God that the blood you are going to shed may never be visited on France.”

Princess Diana’s last words “My God what’s happened?” were spoken to a paramedic at the scene of her horrific car crash in Paris in 1997.

Singer Bob Marley’s final words before dying of skin cancer in 1981 at the age of 36 were spoken to his son Ziggy: “Money can’t buy life.

The final words of John Quincy Adams, US President, before death claimed him in 1848: “This is the last of earth. I am content.”

Gangster Al Capone’s famous last words before dying of a heart attack: “You can get more with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone.”

The last words of Mother Teresa on her deathbed in 1997: “Jesus, I love you. Jesus, I love you.”

Nancy and Ronald ReaganPresident Ronald Reagan’s last moments were described by his daughter Patti Davis: “His final communication was love, spoken with his eyes rather than his voice.  At the last moment, when his breathing told us this was it, he opened his eyes and looked straight at my mother. Eyes that hadn’t opened for days did, and they weren’t chalky or vague. They were clear and blue and full of love. If a death can be lovely, his was. My mother (Nancy Reagan) said to her husband that the expression was ‘the greatest gift you could have given me.'”

Lincoln's assasination President Abraham Lincoln didn’t have time to utter any famous last words when he was assassinated on the balcony of a theatre in 1865. However he spoke of a premonition of his death in a dream that came to him days before he was fatally shot. He dreamed of awaking to the sound of muffled sobbing, as though people were crying from somewhere in the White House. “I thought I left my bed and wandered downstairs. There the silence was broken by the same pitiful sobbing, but the mourners were invisible.

I went from room to room; no living person was in sight, but the same mournful sounds of distress met me as I passed along. I saw light in all the rooms; every object was familiar to me; but where were all the people who were grieving as if their hearts would break? I was puzzled and alarmed. What could be the meaning of all this? Determined to find the cause of a state of things so mysterious and so shocking, I kept on until I arrived at the East Room, which I entered. There I met with a sickening surprise.

Before me was a catafalque on which rested a corpse wrapped in funeral vestments. Around it were stationed soldiers acting as guards; and a throng of people, gazing mournfully upon the corpse, whose face was covered, others weeping pitifully. ‘Who is dead in the White House?’ I demanded of one of the soldiers,’

‘The President,’ was his answer; ‘he was killed by an assassin.’ Then came a loud burst of grief from the crowd, which woke me from my dream. I slept no more that night; and although it was only a dream, I have been strangely annoyed by it ever since.”

Have you been at the bedside of a dying loved one and heard their final words? What famous last words would you like to be remembered for when you are called home?

You don’t have to be a seer or have supernatural powers to understand the rhythms of the Universe or to comprehend the language it speaks. Nor is the occult the only doorway into these mysteries; they are available to anyone who is willing to look with an open mind at what is going on around them. We are guided by omens and signs and sometimes the voice of higher beings, depending on our openness and willingness to receive these blessings.

Between Heaven and Earth by Prabhath P, www.theboldcorsicanflame.wordpress.com

Between Heaven and Earth by Prabhath P, http://www.theboldcorsicanflame.wordpress.com

Paulo Coelho (Author of The Alchemist) refers to omens as “the individual language in which God talks to you. They are this strange, but very individual language that guides you toward your own destiny. They are not logical. They talk to your heart directly. All you have to do is pay attention; lessons always arrive when you are ready, and if you can read the signs, you will learn everything you need to know in order to take the next step.”

Sometimes it is easier to recognize the signs that warn you are on the wrong path. A series of mishaps, unforeseen obstacles, and numerous other roadblocks tell you this is the wrong way, or the wrong time, and to try another route.  Yet despite these obvious signs, many will persevere, stubbornly sticking to the “plan” only to realize later when the plan falls apart that it would have been wise to pay more attention to the signs along the way.

Learning the language of the Universe is akin to mastering any new language. In the process of learning, mistakes are bound to be made until finally one day you feel a distinct connection with the voice that guides us. This silent voice of God will lead us to the places where we should be if we pay attention. Eastern philosophers refers to this as “stillness before motion”—knowing when to be still and listen for the voice, and when to take action.

Years ago while on my way to register a business (a matchmaking service), a voice very clearly told me to call this new venture “Soul Match: for singles healthy in body, mind and spirit”.  The name was perfect and it attracted the type of clients I wanted to work with. It also provided an income while I got my writing business up and running. A few years later I sold the business to focus on my writing career.

Where Angels Gather CoverOmens come in many different forms. Last summer on my way to Lily Dale I happened to look up in the sky and see a perfectly formed angel cloud. My niece, who was driving, also saw the angel cloud and I told her this was the image I wanted to capture on the cover of my book Where Angels Gather. Not long after I arrived home from Lily Dale, a friend sent me an image of an angel cloud and I was stunned. The image was close to the one we had seen on our trip! I painted the image and it now appears on the cover of my book.

I think of the lyrics to Frank Sinatra’s song My Way when I fail to listen to the voice that guides me…“Regrets, I have a few”. A good friend of mine left this world a few years ago, a very spiritual person and talented sculptor. Two weeks before his death he had invited me to go cross-country skiing with him on his farm. When the day arrived I called my friend Roland and asked if we could postpone our ski day. He was so accommodating. “Of course,” he replied without even asking for a reason. Two weeks later he died of a massive coronary while visiting his girlfriend.

For some unknown reason, Roland popped into my head last weekend while emptying a Group of Seven box that I use to store special letters and cards. The box originally held four coffee mugs designed with Tom Thompson’s art and I had been trying unsuccessfully for four years to track down the manufacturer to have the mugs replaced because they leaked. After a series of synchronicities, I was given a telephone number that led me to a manager of a store who, after much convincing, agreed to replace the mugs, if I brought the mugs and the original box into her store.

So last Saturday as I emptied the box my thoughts turned to Roland and I felt sad for having missed that last visit with him before his death. At that very moment I came across two pieces of paper, each one containing a poem addressed to me and written and signed by Roland. In them, he expressed his appreciation for our friendship and how much it meant to him. I have no recollection of having seen these poems before, or how they came into my possession, but they couldn’t have arrived at a better time. I read them several times through tears of joy, because to me it was a sign from Roland that our special friendship continues from the other side.

Our loved ones and friends on the other side use various signs to let us know they are thinking about us—a meaningful song played at just the right moment; a flower left on a windowsill; a dove or other species of bird; a phone call; a computer message; flickering lights; a fragrance; or the smell of pipe tobacco—something to catch our attention and make that connection, if only for a moment.

Do you recognize the omens that guide you along your path? Have you received any signs from your loved ones in Spirit?

When Sarah S. and I first connected through my blog, I was impressed with how beautifully she wrote. She expressed herself like an ‘old soul’ who has carried wisdom from many previous lifetimes. Sarah is a cross-over Indigo/Crystal child. With the birth of these children commencing in the mid-to-late nineties, we are now experiencing the results of their amazing gifts. Stories of celestial beings keeping in touch with them, guiding and protecting them for the special purposes they are being groomed for in this incarnation. The dream Sarah describes below is astoundingly insightful with similarities to Near Death Experiences described by those who return to tell their stories. Fortunately for us, Sarah allowed me to share her story and her incredible, revealing dream on this blog.  Here it is in Sarah’s words:

I’ve always had vivid dreams since the time I was a child. Dreams I had at the age of 3 and 4 are still just as vivid and meaningful to me as they were in the mornings after waking from them. Other dreams seem unlike anything that is dreamlike at all—people who visit me, people I love and recognize, have given surprisingly accurate warnings, lessons and advice.  As a child I did see auras, as my father did. He also shared the types of dreams that I experienced and spoke lovingly of the visits he received up until his 69th yr. My dreams have changed my life, redirected me and have been reflected in my views upon death and passing. I start this dream from where it began for me, and describe my understanding of it as I understood it while asleep.

Sarah’s dream: I’m home, where the water is ever present. Not water like we have here…it has more life and vitality, warmth and energy. It’s a “being” of its own, with its own feelings and intents. I have no memories of entering any body of water in this place without feeling like I’m part of it. I can’t say that its identity is so strong you can Identify “it” as separate, but it provides like a mother’s presence would.  It would feel depreciating to mention it as only a substance, especially when love enters my heart at the thought of the water here. Everything connects to her, “the water”; massive trees pull her in and then she rains back down from their leaves. I don’t ever see this place as heaven, but it feels close to it. While here, it is simply just “one of our places.” 

We have “sleepy” souls with us this time. I know they did not cross in the usual, quick manner. Instead these ones lingered when their bodies died. It’s not bad that they didn’t cross right away…but it does create a burden for them to some extent. They stay believing they are not done, or for fear of not loving someone enough. Some stay because being out of their bodies was not what they believed it would be while in their bodies. These ones had to be ‘collected’…encouraged…nudged …drawn in.  We had to go to them and guide them here. I was not a part of the collecting, not with these, but I remember doing so and understand how they came to be here. I understand that the longer a soul stays “there” without crossing, the “sleepier” they get. I use the word sleepy because they dive deeper into the unreal when not crossing.

Often times this “sleepiness” is unpleasant for them, even though it is their choosing to not let go of it. I understand that waking up takes a bit longer for some of them under these conditions.  This is not their final stop or the end of their crossing. Being here is an “in between” for them. They are home safe, but sleepy and not entirely ready for their homecoming.  We move in a group around them. The others with me are just an extension of me; we have no need to communicate. We are one. I want to emphasize that I still exist here, with my own identity, but at times there is no need to have my own self awareness, and it is just as much of a pleasure to be part of a moving organism as a separate one here.

We love the “collected ones” and we are on some levels more tapped into, and focused on them than we are to each other. We don’t need to share thoughts about each one. They are all different, each having a sharper sense of separateness, and we all know what is being perceived in every direction at once.  We do not consider some to be weaker souls, older souls, younger etc. They are all just as valuable, and belong as anything would here. They are not here to be SHOVED into a loving merge, or forced into seeing what is really happening; they are simply here to wake up a bit more. Now pulled over, they all feel loved, at peace, tranquil, and satisfied.

However, each is still too sleepy to remember an important part of them that is best described as childlike joy. Some still believe they are “old” or “unable”, others believe they have pain, even though none of them is actually feeling any pain. Physical pain is not a reality here, although I do have memories of fragmented lessons taking place here…where an emotional insight caused a splinter of hurt, and then instantaneously turned into a delightful understanding. We push them out onto a boat and move at all sides next to them. A boat is not necessary here, but they believe it is. They know the water from where they came, and that predominates their expectations. So we provide one. We can feel some of them waking up to a small bit of excitement…it moves through them. As each one wakes up it affects all of them and us. We cross to the other shore and coax them out. Like children, some of them are tentative, but now all of them are starting to feel excited, and because of this, who they really are starts to emanate amongst all of us. I emphasize again that all of them are uniquely their own, but they ARE us too, and each other. 

We point at the water and I tell one to look down at the life inside of it. “See that beautiful little creature? See it with YOURSELF instead of your eyes. Do you feel her growth? Do you feel the beauty of this cycle for her? Feel her love for her babies…..and now it is yours too! Do you see how she grows and learns for us all?” I am pulled in briefly by her beauty, letting the energy of her experience consume and warm me. She’s here moving through growth as these other souls did “over there”. Growing and learning is much softer here though, less traumatic.   

One soul believed in the boat that he couldn’t walk and still vaguely holds on to that idea. “Look at the purple!” I communicate to him without using words as we all do here. I feel an explosion of excitement emerge from him.  He wants to find more of the purple under the water. He moves away from the group, the belief of being disabled has evaporated. I know this one while “awake” and away from “form” lingers in this place as much as I do. I know this is a place of his liking.  Others with us will have other places that match their loves better. I know the man who wanted to find purple will finish waking up and return here often. 

Soon we are surrounded by moving agile forms, all of them more awake than when they came. The laughter moves through all of us energetically. They are waking up, they are beautiful. Their ideas of fear are gone, and won’t return until they are strong enough to handle it.    I wake up wondering if this was a memory, or an amazing imagination that pushed me through the night. Either way I feel elated, as if on a high. I roll out of bed wondering when I can go back. Even if it is not real, I miss this place, enough that seeing it makes my spirits soar, and simultaneously leaves me longing for it on a deep level. I will spend the rest of my day feeling as I always do after being there, (remembering there), ecstatic because of it, but aching for not being there. With Sarah’s permission, I forwarded her dream to Cathy Hunsberger, a professional dream interpreter. To read Cathy’s analysis of the dream, visit her blog at untoldbridgesecrets.com  If you have a dream that you want interpreted, send it to Cathy at chunsberger@cox.net

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