WHAT I’VE LEARNED
FROM SPIRITS
Reincarnation
I started to explore reincarnation during my second year of using the L-rods. At a session with eight guests I decided that I would ask the spirit if someone at the table had lived another life. The rods opened, so I asked the spirit to point to that individual. The spirit did. From that time on, it is one of the common questions that I ask during a session.
I have used the L-rods throughout the United States. I have had hundreds of spirit conversations. All of the spirits that I communicate with give me the same answers about being reborn.
None of them ever want to be reborn, except for Pete. They much prefer the realm that they are in over the world we live in.
Most of these spirits with past lives have lived about four or five lives. Will that be a larger number as the human race remains on Earth? Perhaps. Of course there are spirits that are on their second life and those that have had many more. The most lives that I have encountered in one spirit is seven. One book on past lives that I’ve read, called Many Lives, Many Masters, focuses on a woman who has had eighty-six lives. So no one answer is correct. My findings are simply my findings and nothing more.
Reincarnation doesn’t seem to happen immediately after death. I know of only one that happened within the same century in which the person lived and died. According to my spirits, most spirits don’t come back until somewhere between two and three hundred years later. Pete lived in the 1600s and still has not been reincarnated. I also have never had a spirit tell me that their first life was before the time of Christ. I am curious about this and hope to find the answer in the future. I believe that it is probably just a coincidence and that souls have been reincarnating since they first entered a human being.
When I asked the spirits if they have a choice in who they will be when they are reborn, they all said no. That is a lot of nos. They also don’t have a choice in when they come back or if they are male or female. God makes all the decisions. That is God the almighty father, not his son. When they are reborn, there is no warning. One second they are in the spirit world and the next they are in a newborn body.
When asked if the soul enters the body at the time of fertilization, the answer from the spirits was again a no. The soul enters the baby at the exact time of birth, and it leaves at the exact time of death.
The spirits that have lived multiple lives all agree that they need to right a wrong that occurred in a past life. This wrong was committed by them. When that wrong is righted, they will cease to be reincarnated and then can seek out the light.
When we are born, only our soul remembers. We don’t. It is rare for an individual to remember a past life, and yet I have heard of a few that do. This, of course, presents a dilemma. How are we supposed to know what we have to correct about our lives? Using Pete as an example, he has lived four lives and has murdered someone in three of those lives. Quite frankly, I am a little worried about Pete being reborn again. God must have knowledge that Pete will eventually make the right decisions, and Christianity as a whole says that God has given us free will while we are alive on Earth. It seems more and more that there are no definitive answers, only more questions.
I wonder about myself. I was raised Roman Catholic. I became engrossed in the Bible in my forties and read everything I could get my hands on concerning Bible prophesy, Jesus Christ, the Apostles, and on and on. I have probably read the book of Revelation ten times and the book of Daniel another six times. The book of Revelation began to make sense to me when I looked at it as letters to the ages instead of letters to churches. The last letter, Laodicea, would be the lifetime that we are in now. Then it all made sense to me. This was wonderful, as I grew more aware of what was happening in my world.
Then I discovered the L-rods and everything became a confusion. Now I know that I am on my fourth life and the spirit Mercy is waiting for my husband to die so they can go to heaven together. At times I feel a little crazy. Well, I love my husband and she can’t have him. Besides, when he dies his spirit will be the spirit of my husband and not Captain Grant.
This brings up another aspect of reincarnation that I have yet to understand. When a person dies, it seems as if the spirit remains that person until the spirit is reborn. If that is the case, then my husband will not know Mercy, and she is waiting futilely.
I have asked the spirits if I am doing the right thing this time around. They assure me that this reincarnation is the last and say that I will have a chance at heaven. Of course this is future knowledge and do they really know? Once I took a break from thinking about reincarnation and decided to read a book on it instead. This is the book that I mentioned previously, Many Lives, Many Masters, written by a well-known psychiatrist named Brian L. Weiss, MD. It centers on a patient whom he treated with past-life regression therapy. This patient had lived eighty-six times. When she died in one life, she ascended and then was quickly put into another life. She also lived before the time of Christ. This is why I now look at what I learned earlier from the people I interviewed as just a coincidence in the sense that none of them had ever lived prior to the time of Christ. I decided to ask a spirit about this. I spoke with Mercy’s daughter.
“I read a book on reincarnation and the writer talked about someone dying and then being immediately sent into another newborn person. Is this true?”
She answered with a NO.
So then I asked, “Can someone be reincarnated in a very short time? Let’s say in one day’s time in our world.”
The rods said yes.
So I think that in my terminology I would say that they die, ascend, experience their death by looking at their body, and then are reborn. I also asked her if this was common and she answered with another yes.
The spirits that I interview, that psychics listen to, and that others see have been here for some time. If they didn’t, then none of us would have contact with the spirit world. They wouldn’t exist in the spirit world long enough for us to make contact.
Time
In all of my communication with the spirit world, I have heard one constant: they cannot predict the future. “Only God knows the future” is what every one of them has said to me. After writing the previous chapter, “The Gathering,” I decided that I wanted to know how the spirits experience time. I have been told by several mediums and psychics that they do not experience time. Not like we do, in any case.
“Daniel, will you speak to me?” The rods swung wildly and I got a hug. “Hi, Deborah,” I said. I hated to tell her that I needed to talk with Daniel. It had been a long time since we had had a chat. The rods again gave me a hug and I knew that she was letting go and handing me over to Daniel.
“Daniel, are you here?” I asked again.
The rods opened wide and then I got a hug with one rod.
“Thank you, Daniel,” I said. “I would like to talk to you about time.”
The rods opened up, communicating an approval of the conversation.
“Do you experience time in the same way that we who are alive experience time?”
The rods crossed, giving a no answer.
“Can you experience future time?”
I expected to get a no answer, and that is just what happened.
“It appears that reincarnation takes about two hundred to three hundred years. Do you experience it in that time frame?”
“No.” It was a clear no, but there was also some movement of the rods back and forth.
“Do you experience time at all?”
The rods moved slowly, with hesitation. Then Daniel said no.
Then I thought to myself, while speaking out loud, “Is there something that I’m not asking?”
“Yes,” Daniel answered, somewhat startling me since I had been deep in thought.
“Is this beyond my understanding?”
Now the rods wavered back and forth.
“Do you not know the answer to this question?”
Daniel responded with a definite no.
“Okay, where do I go from here?” I wondered. I had started to think about time most recently with the gathering of the spirits. Questions kept popping up in my head about the war that was coming. When? How soon? The spirits don’t know, only God knows. The spirits have said it will be soon. Well, what does “soon” mean to them? I was back at the beginning with my time questions.
I knew that I needed a time reference that would work for both Daniel and me. What if my lifetime was the reference? Would that work? I decided to find out.
“Daniel, I want to ask you another question about the gathering of spirits and the spirit war. Do you believe it will happen in my lifetime?”
Daniel immediately answered with a yes.
I was a bit dubious since he had also told me he couldn’t predict the future. My mind was spinning. What should I ask next? What Daniel had just told me meant that he believes he will shortly be coming back to the world where I live. I wondered how he felt about that. All of the spirits, with the exception of Pete, don’t want to come back to this world. Now they’re going to fight a war. What will happen to them after the war? There was this spirit world dilemma. Will they come back to our world or go back to waiting to be reincarnated again? I remembered that one of the spirits said that if they hadn’t corrected the wrong they had committed or finished their quest, they would have come back to Earth as someone else. How did they feel about this? I decided to push on with Daniel, but I also wanted to speak with another spirit to get a second opinion.
First I wanted to find out what will happen to the spirits after the war. So I asked Daniel, “Will you come back to Earth as a living human being after the war?”
He answered yes.
“Will you be coming back as Daniel?”
“No.”
I wondered how he felt about that, but he couldn’t answer that type of question for me.
“Does this matter to you?”
“No,” he answered, without hesitation.
“Daniel, thank you. I would like to speak with Mercy if she is here.”
“Yes.” The rods opened wide and I asked Mercy if she was willing to talk with me.
“Yes,” she answered and then gave me a hug.
“Have you been listening to Daniel and I converse?”
The rods indicated a yes.
“Do you agree with what he said to me?”
Another yes.
At this point I wanted to take a break and head for my office. I informed both Daniel and Mercy that I was leaving but would be back to talk with them soon.
I got a cup of coffee and then headed across the yard. I sat down at the computer and began to write down everything I had been told while it was still fresh in my memory.
Two days later, I grabbed my personal rods and headed for the game room again. I couldn’t think. I was at a crossroads. Finally I held the rods and asked to speak to Mercy, but even though she was there I got a new spirit to talk with me.
We chatted back and forth for a few minutes. I decided not to talk to her about time, but I still wanted to acknowledge her presence and find out who she was.
“Did you ever live in this house?”
“Yes.”
“Would you please point to where your body is buried?”
I was sitting with my back facing the newer cemetery from the 1800s. Slowly the rods turned and were pointing directly across the street. She had to have died later than the other spirits that I had talked to.
“Did you die in the 1900s?”
The rods turned slowly, confirming a yes answer. She moved the rods slower than the spirits I usually talk with, which was indicative of a spirit that has not conversed with a live person before.
I wanted to find out her age at death and asked if she was older than sixty.
“No.”
Going down ten years at a time, I finally got to twenty. “Were you older than twenty?”
“Yes.”
It turns out that she died at age twenty-one of an illness.
“Were you ever married?”
“Yes.”
“Did you have children?”
“Yes.”
“More than one?”
“Yes.” With this answer the rods moved back and forth, as if she wasn’t certain of her answer.
“Did you lose a child in childbirth?”
“Yes.”
I had deviated from my questions on time and wanted to return to my inquiries on that subject. I thanked the new spirit for talking to me and put my rods down on the table.
I think about what I’ve learned from the spirits about the subject of time. Spirits don’t experience time the same way that we do. They may not experience time at all. They can’t experience future time, only present time. Still, Daniel had indicated that there was a question about time that I was not asking. He couldn’t answer the question of whether or not I would be able to understand time in the spirit world while I am still alive. Where is Stephen Hawking when you need him?
I searched my library for the book that I have on time by Hawking but couldn’t find it anywhere. I had an idea pop up in my head and had to check it out immediately. I grabbed my rods on the run and headed next door to the kitchen. No one was there. The kitchen was comfortably warm and cozy. It was late afternoon by then and the sun was hanging low in the sky. I left the lights off, giving the kitchen just the right feel for my new investigation into time.
I held out the rods and asked for Mercy.
“Mercy, are you here?”
“Yes.”
“I have questions about dimensional worlds. Do you think you might be able to answer some questions on that subject?”
The rods quivered, then she answered yes.
“I’m going to retrace some questions that I have already asked Daniel. Please bear with me on this. Do the spirits live in a two-dimensional world?”
“No.”
I suspected that answer. It was the same one that Daniel had given me. “Do you live in a one-dimensional world?”
“Yes.”
At that point I wondered if the spirits even understand what dimensional world they live in.
Then I asked, “If you live in a one-dimensional world, that world is a straight line that can go in only one direction. There would be no up or down or sideways. Is that what your world is like?”
“No.”
This answer was incorrect, since that is exactly what a one-dimensional world is. Then I thought about what they could be trying to tell me.
“Okay,” I said to myself. “Here goes.” I took a deep breath and asked, “Is your one-dimensional world time?”
“Yes.”
Oh my God. I was stunned and shaking. “Is this the question that Daniel wanted me to ask?”
“Yes,” she said, with no hesitation.
“Is heaven also in time?”
“Yes.”
My thoughts went to what I have read about time. It is sometimes referred to as the fourth dimension. I would like to think that God and the spirits live in more dimensions than we do, not fewer.
Also, as far as I know, time is a constant. It always was and always will be. The one thing that is not constant is that time is not the same throughout the universe. What is a year on Earth may be two months on a distant asteroid. This is also a theory. Could the spirits live in one part of time and heaven be in another part of time? I decided to ask.
“Mercy, could the spirits live in one part of time, with heaven being in another part of time?”
“Yes.”
I remembered my Catholic upbringing. The nuns told us that God always was and always would be. If what Mercy had told me about time was true, then the Sisters’ statements could also be true. It was mind-boggling. I just couldn’t quite believe what I had just discovered. This is why souls are eternal. All in all, there was too much to digest. Was I really getting any truths about anything from the spirits?
I decided to take a break from writing and communicating with the spirits. I had to let my brain rest and absorb what I had been told. It was then that I read two very different books, one on reincarnation and one on time.
In the book About Time by Paul Davies, time is considered a fourth dimension. If the spirits live in the fourth dimension, then they should be able to materialize and show width and height. This, of course, they have done on many occasions. It appeared that what the spirits were trying to tell me is not correct on a scientific level. I decided to leave these questions behind and move on.
The War
Prophecies about the “end times” have been made for centuries. Three of the most famous sources are the Bible, Nostradamus, and a self-proclaimed prophet of the twentieth century named William Marrion Branham. Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins authored the Left Behind series of twelve books about the last seven years prior to Christ’s return. Believers have spoken of the Rapture, where people are taken off the Earth and then seven years of strife commence until the Great War occurs.
All of the prophesies are similar. The focus of nearly every one is the struggle between good and evil. The main problem is that different people believe different things about what is good and what is evil. I believe it is the nature of humankind to want to end evil in the world. Since we don’t seem to be doing very well at that task, some of us, at least, are hoping that the world of spirits can help or maybe even solve the problem.
Over Valentine’s weekend that year, the bed and breakfast was full of guests. The only place to have privacy to speak with the spirits about this subject was in my office in the Avery house. When I had tried that before, I had gotten a spirit playing games with me and pretending to be Mercy. Still, I had been told by two spirits that another two spirits are always with me. Maybe they would talk to me. I made the decision to attempt communication with them at my desk.
I spoke with the woman who was the Victim. She did not know about the gathering of good spirits but she did know about the gathering of evil spirits. I found this interesting. I had done an exorcism in the 1980s in the Avery home and was still skeptical about the current spirits in that house. I decided that I was going to end the session and wait until I went back to the game room in the other house. I am very protective of myself when it comes to the dark side of the spirit world. I asked myself, “Why does she know of the bad spirits gathering and not the good?” I don’t think I wanted to know. After all, Tadashi and I live in that home.
There are those two words staring at me: Good. Bad. Just what makes a person either one in the spirit world? In our three-dimensional world we have an idea of what those two words mean. There are different codes for different religions and separate norms and customs for all of the earth’s people. For instance, at one time it was acceptable for men in the Mormon religion to have multiple wives. As time continued this practice became frowned upon and is rare today. In the centuries prior to Christ, Israeli men had concubines. Today it in not rare for a woman to bear a child for a couple who can’t bear one for themselves. How we think of morality and sin is constantly changing. I believe that the spirits have to live by God’s law, but we don’t know for certain just what that law is. Most Christians and Jews would think of it as the Ten Commandments.
When this war begins, it will be up to each one of us to sort that question out.
In thinking about this war, I wonder how it will be fought. Will it be in the usual way, with weapons and armies, or will there be an alternative method at work?
I again gripped my rods and headed to our outdoor deck. The sun was shining and the warm spring air brought joy after the long winter.
I talked to Mercy about this war. She indicated that it would be fought by the spirit world. They would be fighting for the souls of us on Earth. I thought that was already going on, but she said that this was going to be different. I asked her if countries such as China, the United States, Great Britain, Russia, and all the others would still exist after this war, and she said no. There would be one central government for the entire globe and it would be centered in Southern Europe. I thought to myself, “I guess I will have to wait and see. Only time will tell.”
Heaven
Each and every spirit that I have communicated with confirms that there is a heaven. They just don’t know what it is like. I had a guest that tried to send Deborah Adams to heaven. Instead, Deborah hid in her grave and didn’t come back to the house for about two months. When I tried to convince Adelaide to go to the light, she stopped talking to me. She did start communicating with me again later that month. Clearly not everyone has an urgent desire to go there.
I visited heaven once. I was in my thirties and had a seriously ill daughter. This preoccupied my thoughts as I looked everywhere for a cure. I was living in Minnesota not far from my favorite aunt, Shirley. She told me about a Father D’Orio who had the power to heal and asked me to go to a mass with her where he was the presiding priest. My aunt was very convincing. So, with high hopes for a miracle, my daughter and I made the trip to St. Cloud, Minnesota, where Father D’Orio was going to hold Mass. I did not know what to expect but was never deterred by new experiences.
The Catholic Mass started. I don’t remember a lot of what happened, just the electricity in the air. I could feel it all around me. I was fully glued to the altar. Then my daughter became hot. Not a bad hot, just an intense warm. I thought, “God is with her.” Then my knees became hot and the warmth traveled down to my feet. My toes were hot. I just stood there looking down at them. I had a condition in the middle toe on each of my feet that was the result of a skating incident when I was a young child. At times my toes would feel like they were broken and I could barely walk. Since that Mass, it is only on rare occasions that I experience that pain. Most of my focus that day was on my sixteen-year-old daughter. She didn’t find a cure that night, but she survived three bouts of cancer and is now in her fifties. The spirits have told me that she has many angels that look after her. I believe they are right.
The Mass began to come to an end and Father D’Orio had begun to bless the people in wheelchairs and those who were most ill. After the service the congregants formed a line around the altar, and one by one they went up to be blessed. They would faint or fall down. At this, we decided to leave. I had seen tent services on television and wasn’t so sure that it was real and not put on. Maybe the people were experiencing some form of mass hysteria. Maybe I was experiencing some type of wishful thinking. “Please cure my daughter,” I thought over and over again, and then we left.
The following week I decided to go to another service with my aunt Shirley. I experienced the same feelings of awe, trepidation, and just maybe hope. Then I found out that Father D’Orio was coming to a place near where I lived in Coon Rapids, Minnesota. I had to go. I just had to. My best friend, Addie, who lived down the street from me, was the perfect person to ask. She was always up for a new adventure. I told her what had happened to me and begged her to go. “It is amazing,” I said to her. “We don’t really have to participate. We can just sit there and watch.” Finally she agreed to go.
The night of the event arrived. I was so excited it was difficult to calm down. We arrived near the beginning of the service and had to sit in an aisle nearly at the top of the tiers of bleachers. Still, we were fairly close to the aisle and stairs leading to the altar. Father D’Orio entered from the top of the bleachers and descended to the altar directly to our left. As he came in, he stopped at the row I was sitting in and looked directly at me. I thought, “Is he looking at me? No, it can’t be. There are many people in this aisle. He must be looking at someone else.” Then he walked down to the altar and the Mass began.
It was the same wonderful experience as before, but even more so. Halfway through the service, Father D’Orio walked to the edge of the altar platform and looked straight up at where I was standing. Inside I gasped. “No,” I said to myself, “there has to be someone else up here that he is reaching out to.” I looked around to see who it could be. No one seemed to notice that I was looking at them. All eyes were on the altar. Then Father D’Orio said something about someone looking for an answer and that answer would be found that night. To this day I still believe that it had to be someone else, even though it seemed real enough that it could have been me. By this time I was shaking and doubting, and everything else in between.
The service was the same, with blessings bestowed upon the very ill and the gathering of congregants at the end. I said to my friend, “Let’s go up to the altar. I’ve never done this before and it’s his last service in Minnesota.” She begrudgingly agreed.
We were in line for only a few minutes. Congregants were lined up in a circle all around the altar. One by one, Father D’Orio would bless them. Most fell down. Then it was our turn. We were at the altar waiting to get our blessing. Addie was on my right as we stood in front of the altar. Father D’Orio was coming close to us when I felt a squeeze on my left hand. I turned my head to see who had done that and there stood a Catholic nun with the most beautiful smile.
I never saw Father D’Orio come up to me or give me a blessing. I believe that when he touched me, my reaction was immediate. I was in another place that I believe was heaven. It was all white billowy clouds with a white gate of marble in the distance. There was a light coming from someone whom I couldn’t see. Well, I could see him, but I couldn’t make out his features. I was starting to fall down the side of the clouds. I tried with all my strength to climb up the clouds, but I couldn’t. I kept falling back. I was desperate to run to the gate. I had no idea why, except for the feeling of complete euphoria.
Well, I didn’t make it. I came out of my euphoria with two men pulling me up off the floor. I walked to the first row of bleachers and began to sob—I mean, really sob. My chest was heaving, tears were running down my face, and I was smiling the widest smile ever. It went on for about ten minutes, with my poor friend wondering what was happening to me. I told her, “I’m fine. I don’t know why I’m crying.” My entire face was covered in tears. Then it stopped and we left. I felt happier than I had in a long time.
Minneapolis and its suburbs are open all night, just like any other metropolitan city. We decided to go to a family restaurant and have coffee and a muffin. I talked nonstop all the way there. She did not speak a word. I didn’t notice. Now, this was not like either one of us. I was not a rambling talker and she was never silent.
We reached the restaurant, took a booth, and ordered coffee and a bran muffin without much fanfare. I was beginning to shut up a bit, but she was still not talking. I was still so wrapped up in what had happened to me that I really didn’t notice much.
I was so thrilled by the night’s occurrences. I had to find out what Addie thought, take a deep breath, stop my incessant talking, and ask her how she was. I said, “What do you think about what happened, especially at the altar?”
“I will never go into another church as long as I live.”
I gasped. “What happened?” I said, stunned to the core.
“I did not have your experience. I went to someplace very frightening. There was a black cliff behind me and a black ocean in front of me and I was trapped. It was all black. Everything was black. I don’t ever want to experience that again. I will never go back to another church. Never. Never again. I don’t want to ever talk about this again. Let’s have our coffee and go home.”
I was dumbfounded. I stopped talking. I felt guilty for having taken her to the service. I don’t remember if I encouraged her to go back to church, but I don’t think that I did. I felt numb. It is a flashback in my memory and I will remember it always. I wonder about her often. I worry about her soul.
Clearly, I went to one place and she went to another. It is thirty years later, and as I write I remember it like it was yesterday. Her future and mine were soon to part.
I have thought many times about where heaven is. In the Lord’s Prayer it says, “Our Father, who art in heaven.” Okay, just where is that? Up in space? Here, all around us? Maybe in another dimension? If it was another dimension, then it could be here as well. I answered that question in the previous section in this chapter on time, but there are still more questions about heaven that I can think of. For instance, what is heaven like?
What I experienced when Father D’Orio touched me was the most awesome experience I have ever had. The euphoria was otherworldly. I am interested in near-death experiences and have several books on the subject. I have never heard of anyone having such an experience and then not believing that there is a heaven or, at the very least, a spirit world. Yet that heavenly experience appears to be different for everyone. Maybe we all have our own private heaven. After all, Christ said, “In my Father’s house are many mansions.”
I had a guest recently who talked about her youngest child who is now in his twenties. It seems that he has always been inclined to have accidents. She told me that when he was six years old he accidentally put his arm through a window and severed an artery. She talked with tears in her eyes even though it was now many years later. She said that the ambulance and an EMT were there in just a couple of minutes—a coincidence or something else? A woman had immediately wrapped a towel around his upper arm and stuck her hand into his arm. Blood was everywhere. In the ambulance he asked his mother if he was going to die. He did die on the operating table, but then his heart began to beat again. It was what her son told her when he came home that stunned her: “Mommy, Grandpa told me that I couldn’t go to heaven yet and he sent me back here.” Her father had died not too long before this incident. It was an innocent statement from a six-year-old boy.
My personal belief is that there is a personal heaven for each of us. What that awesome experience is just can’t be the same for everyone. No two of us are alike.
Thousands upon thousands of people have recounted similar stories, yet science denies the existence of heaven or a spirit world. It is said that when we die our brain lights up and that what we think of as heaven is just the lights going out. People who believe that need to have a near-death experience and see for themselves! Then what will they say? Most people who are disbelievers of the spirit world will see a ghost and then say, “I didn’t see anything.”
Hell
Every spirit I have talked to says that there is no hell but there is a heaven that is ruled by God. I have asked each and every one of them if they have ever been to heaven. None have, but all know someone who has gone to the light, which I believe is the path to heaven. Occasionally I run across a spirit that does not know of the light.
To those of you who do not know what the light is, it is the light of God that shines down, beckoning the faithful to heaven. It is the same light that so many have seen in a near-death experience. Going to the light appears to be a different experience for everyone. I have an uncle who had a profound near-death experience. He was severely hurt in a car accident. During surgery he died. He went to the light and an entity talked to him. He said it was Jesus Christ. My uncle was told that he needed to stay on Earth to take care of his wife. That was my aunt Shirley. They ended up having seven children. The entity then said that after that task was complete he could come back. My aunt passed away in 2013. My uncle is now in the care of his son and probably waiting to see Shirley again.
I asked the spirits if Christ was going to return to Earth and rule for 3,000 years, and they said no. What they did agree upon was that God was going to return to Earth in the image of Christ. The early settlers were Christians, as were most of the spirits at Captain Grant’s. Their responses to my questions could be based on their past belief systems or not. Regardless, they are all waiting for God to return and answered saying, “It would be a good thing.” Not one of them knows when that will be. Currently none of them seem to be in a hurry to go to the light. What they want to stop is being reincarnated. I have asked many spirits that accompany our guests to Captain Grant’s if they are ready to go to the light. They almost always say no. They are usually waiting for the person they are watching over to die and then the two of them will go to the light and heaven together.
Oops! I didn’t tell you about the spirits that follow people. Not everyone has a spirit on their shoulder, but many do. Good spirits are usually relatives who want to help guide their living loved ones to heaven. Sometimes it’s a close family friend. Occasionally it’s a loved one from a past life. There are times when a spirit is sent from God to watch over someone and help them. This has more to do with the spirit than with the person the spirit is guiding.
So what is heaven? Where is it? Up in the sky? In outer space? No one knows. It could be right here on Earth and all of the angels and seraphim are among us. I like that idea the best.
Well, I asked the spirits what their world was like and this is what they said. They are in the same world as us, but in a separate dimension. The spirits are the souls that God created. They are pure energy. They said that heaven is also here, but in a separate dimension from both us and the spirit world. It is hard for me to imagine a world in another dimension. My total reality is a three-dimensional Earth. I can’t wrap my brain around it. In the end they stated that this dimension is time.
So what is hell? Is it fire and brimstone? Dante’s inferno? Living on Earth? Well, the spirits say that there is no hell. All of them. So much for burning up in a sea of flames for eternity! What they do say is that when the evil and wicked die, their soul dies with them. They are never allowed to redeem themselves. No reincarnation for Hitler and his crew or thousands of others who reveled in the misery of others. Souls are eternal, so only God can destroy one of them. I think that it would be a matter of profound sadness for God to end the life of a soul.
Whatever or wherever heaven is, God wants us there. He has ultimate patience and watches over us through our trials and tribulations. The punishment for the truly evil is to be kept out of heaven and away from God forever. I recently asked the spirits if hell was a place devoid of light, a place of total despair where God is absent, a place of no hope. They said yes, it’s an eternal abyss.