Anne's Diary

Facing the Most Holy Mystery

In my present state of life, the question of whether or not we survive death has become of great interest to me. If we don’t, then I’m never going to know, so that doesn’t really bear much thinking about. But if we do, then I have a lot of questions about how to prepare, how to understand the life I am taking with me, and where I might be going.

A couple of days ago, something happened that I consider beautiful and valuable. We were told a story about a man’s death that went like this: he was in his bed and was expected to die at any time. There was a nurse at his side, and family members were coming in and out of the bedroom to say their goodbyes. Among them was a little two year old child. When he toddled into the bedroom, he pointed up toward the ceiling and shouted “Granddad! Granddad!” At the same instant, the nurse said, “He has just expired.”

I think that the little one saw him leaving, literally rising out of this life, and was too innocent not to simply announce it. Later, of course, he’ll stop seeing such things as he’s told they don’t happen and he sees that the adults around can’t see them. But right now, he has given me a precious insight, him and his grandfather, whom I don’t even know.

At a discussion group we regularly attend, Whitley told this story. Some of the best minds in our community attend, and as a whole the group is very intellectually and spiritually advanced. But I wondered, as Whitley spoke, if there was a single person in that room who could have seen what the little boy saw. We lose that precious innocence. We go blind. And then, fumbling in the dark as we are, we worry that all of the effort we have put into this life may be without any final meaning for us.

I don’t think so, and I have many reasons for believing that the little boy was, very simply, telling the truth.

Here’s another great example:

Back in 2008, as I mentioned in my diary Ordinary People, Australian psychic Glennys McKay was in town. After visiting the Getty Museum we were on our way to dinner when Whitley, always somewhat skeptical of psychics, asked Glennys if she could see any dead people in the car.

She said yes, there was a dead person with us—in fact, this dead person was connected to him. She paused, then added, ‘he’s wearing a tuxedo and playing a piano.’ Whitley said nothing. Then she added, ‘he’s holding up a violin. He says his name is Milton.’
My dear husband almost drove off the side of the road. Incredibly, unbelievably, he had known an older boy called Milton when he was a child. This boy had lived across the street, and his endless practicing of the Beethoven Violin Concerto had been a big factor in giving Whitley his lifelong love of classical music. Milton had later become a member of the San Antonio Symphony and had, of course, often performed wearing a tuxedo.

There was no way Glennys could have known this. Whitley himself had not thought of Milton in 30 years at least. (He was long dead.) Glennys is one of those rare and very powerful psychics who can sometimes name names like that.

Now that I can no longer live in the comfortable illusion that life is going to just sort of go on forever, stories such as these are important to me, and in a very new way. In ordinary life we say to ourselves, ‘someday I’ll be face to face with the mystery of death.’ It is a beautiful and holy thing to realize that, for oneself, that day could be tomorrow.



Great Diary Anne,

I have spent most of my life telling my friends and family we survive death - my father dropped dead in front of me at home on a Sunday evening when I was a child - I helped perform CPR with my Mother when a voice told me that he was gone - that voice was from my grandmother - the only problem was that she passed on 5 years earlier. 2 weeks later I found myself floating out of my bed and looking down I could see my body still in bed....then next moment I was in a steamy sulphur filled room - I could see my Dad and my Grandmother standing there as plain as day - in a normal physical form and 3 grey beings. I was told about my life journey to come - however remembered very little post the event. Whenever I think of my Dad or Grandma I recall that night and I know we go on!!

This is a wonderful diary entry, Anne, very well written; I think it might be your best ever.

There is all kinds of evidence out there that we survive physical death. However, I haven't seen anything I consider very reliable for clarifying the nature of that existence, so I agree it stays a mystery. Perhaps it needs to be that way for us to have this life experience. Probably the book I put the most stock in about this issue is "The Sphere and the Hologram, Explanations from the Other Side", by Frank DeMarco and Rita Warren; basically a channeling book without the usual New Age or overtly Christian layers that often creep into these kinds of books (suspiciously, IMO). The material in there has a ring of truth for me.

So even though I believe the story about Glennys in the car, it's hard to imagine that the spirit of Milton really rides around in the car with Whitley wearing a tuxedo and carrying a violin, as if that's how he spends his afterlife. It would be almost pathetic in a way, no? And not very encouraging that we have great things to look forward to. It seems more likely that this was an impression given to Glennys to convey to Whitley that he and his childhood friend are still connected. Or maybe we do just keep playing the same games we learned in life. I kind of hope not, but for all I know it beats the alternative!

A beautiful and honest post, Anne. Thank you.

I also have a psychic friend who sometimes sees the dead, and yes, they can get into the car with her in order to give her a message for someone else. I have not had such an unambiguous experience, but I know that there is life after death, and that the dead are often around us, not as some pathetic ghosts but because they are interested in us, and might enjoy our company. My grandmother, who in life was terrified of annihilation at death, comes often. When I was ten, my mother 'died' in hospital, but revived, and told me afterwards that she had asked to be allowed to return to see me to my 21st birthday. She died unexpected shortly after that birthday. Can I prove any of this? No. Nor can I prove that I love my children, or that my thoughts can have a powerful effect on my health, or that prayer does work, though I know from experience that all of these are true. Does it matter that I can't prove it? Not one whit, Anne. I know what I know whether others believe it or not. So live out your life with a peaceful heart, and embrace the great mysteriousness of being that can never be fully comprehended through mind, but can be felt in one's heart. God bless you on your journey.

When my son was a baby, we lived in the house my great-grandparents had lived in many, many years before.
My son was in his high chair eating his lunch, and all of a sudden he looked up toward the ceiling as if he'd been startled. The most beautiful expression came over his face; an expression of absolute wonder and delight. He began to giggle. He pointed at what only he could see. He was too young to speak, so I couldn't ask him what he saw, but he was absolutely delighted! When it left, he did say "Buh-bye!" Buh-bye!"
This happened on a regular basis. By the time he was 3, he was having nightly adventures with "Mrs. Namen and the Namen Kids".
"They talk with their thinking", he explained.
When he saw the cover of "Communion", he kissed and kissed the picture of the visitor. That was Mrs. Namen. He insisted on sleeping with book!
Anyway, I asked him if it was Mrs. Namen he saw when he was in his high chair.
He said no, they were bright human people who were dead. They used to live in the house and they were visiting.
All of this rambling to let you know that it seems to me that when we "sell the old Ford", as Ram Dass puts it, we're simply off on a greater adventure.
My love and prayers are with you and Whitley.

Anne, when my father-in-law passed some years ago, my son was about ten years old. After the funeral, family and friends went to a local restaurant for afternoon tea. My son came up to me and said "Grandpa is here." I said "where". He said "He's just standing over there watching us". To my knowledge, no one else was aware of his presence. It wasn't a really sad funeral as he was in his '90s and had had a good life. He was always interested in the goings on in the family and it was interesting that he popped in to see how his funeral went.

Anne, my dad passed in 1991. He had been ill for several years but still mentally sound. A few weeks before his death and while in the hospital, my mom and I witnessed him having conversations with my deceased grandma, (his mom). We knew it was her because he always called her mother, not mom. To this day I feel he was truly talking with her. Thank you for this excellent and lovely diary.....A lot to think about.

Or today... Death is just a breath away, a nanosecond close to the heart. I love this entry because as I approach my 67th year on earth I also think of death, often. How is it going to happen? Will it be difficult? Easy? Will I know in advance or will it come silently and fast? Will I be with company or alone? Will I see a light? My loved ones? Will I feel sad, angry? When one is young life seems, as you say, endless. We never imagine how old age is going to feel even think death could be around the corner. A son of my best friend died at 20 riding a bike. She or me never thought that could happen. The years have gone by too quick and I am suddenly looking like an old lady. My hair is thinning and I am getting rounder. I am getting slow to wake up, slow to stand up and walk. Never thought that would happen. So, that mystery will probably come way to soon from my perspective, or in the least expected moment. I hope it doesn't come in a night of dispair and pain, that it is swift and sweet and conscious, if possible, that I knowingly release my flesh to earth and my spirit to God. It is certainly the ultimate mystery and I hope to be prepared. Thank you for your insight. I know how you feel.

Facing the Most Holy Mystery.....

Nidia, you said, 'It is certainly the ultimate MYSTERY and I hope to be prepared.' This brought back the memory of Super Bowl 2012. (Life and death, LIFE IS A MYSTERY.....Like A Prayer). Ancient ones, I believe, had a much better understanding of this process as did Edgar Cayce, according to his readings.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRR2uNvaB_Q

Tenth Hour- the regeneration process- the turning from a dying sun to a new sun continues, aided by immersion into the warm waters.

Eleventh Hour- The Gods eyes are now fully formed and he can see clearly that it is not long before the start of the new day.......(In this video you see the light of a BLUE swirling eye forming on the stage).

.....Twelfth Hour- In this last hour Re enters the tail of a serpent and comes out of his mouth as the sacred beetle. After a few moments rest he is reborn from the womb of the goddess of the night and sky, Nut, and thus this new disc- the Sun God Re shines all over the country.....

My son can see the spiritual world. When he was 15 years old he started to admit to us. I was shocked - I never knew - never - he kept it to himself his entire childhood. Once he started talking about the spiritual world he started talking to anyone who would listen. He would take his friends to the woods and attempt to teach them how to see the spiritual world. Some would - most would not be able to. He took his father and myself into these same woods one night and attempted to show us how to use our minds to see this spiritual world. IT WAS THE HARDEST thing I ever attempted to do. I am so programmed - so initiated into the world of physical - does not exist except the 5 senses that I just could NOT see into this world he sees. That was 2 years ago. I am getting better - I still cannot see into the world of the spirit but I am getting more sensitive to others who can. He talks to people who pass - he keeps telling us all - WE DON'T DIE - we just change vibration - to a rate that escapes the physical eyes - so you have to see with your mind. I try and I try but have not yet been successful. My son and I laugh now - and cannot understand how I did not believe in SPIRITS some time ago. Now I know the spiritual world is more of a reality then the physical. I HAVE AWAKEN- as my son says - THE SLEEPERS HAVE AWAKENED!

My son can see the spiritual world. When he was 15 years old he started to admit it to us. I was shocked - I never knew - never - he kept it to himself his entire childhood. Once he started talking about the spiritual world he started talking to anyone who would listen. He would take his friends to the woods and attempt to teach them how to see the spiritual world. Some would - most would not be able to. He took his father and myself into these same woods one night and attempted to show us how to use our minds to see this spiritual world. IT WAS THE HARDEST thing I ever attempted to do. I am so programmed - so initiated into the world of physical - the does not exist except the 5 senses crap that I just could NOT see into this world he sees. That was 2 years ago. I am getting better - I still cannot see into the world of the spirit but I am getting more sensitive to others who can. He talks to people who pass - he keeps telling us all - WE DON'T DIE - we just change vibration - to a rate that escapes the physical eyes - so you have to see with your mind. I try and I try but have not yet been successful. My son and I laugh now - and cannot understand how I did not believe in SPIRITS some time ago. Now I know the spiritual world is more of a reality then the physical. I HAVE AWAKEN- as my son says - THE SLEEPERS HAVE AWAKENED!

It would be wonderful if Whitley would interview your son. I would love to hear more about him. Of course, I would also love to learn to see into the spirit world myself.

Hey everyone... lets all pray for Anne that she may be completely cured and have many more happy years ahead.

"Your Soul's Plan" (a.k.a Courageous Souls) by Robert Schwartz, best book in my 40 years of discovery.

Thank you for sharing Anne, most are understandably very private about these issues but thanks for being so open, very inspiring indeed!! :)
Thank you Thank you!!

Anne, I am with you in spirit,love and support as you take this journey. Thank you for the priceless gift you are sharing with all of us with your journal.

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