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Walking Dr. Drew into the Flipside

Here's the last 20 minutes of this interview, where I walk Dr. Drew into the Flipside. 

There's no hypnosis involved, he's never heard of "a council" - but according to the consistent reports, we all have them. You just need to know how to "get there." I've been a number of times before, have posted these clips on MartiniProds at Youtube. 

I recommend doing this with a Newton Institute trained therapist, as they're licensed and trained to do this kind of exploration, but I'm trying to show that we all can access this information if we open ourselves up to it. 

(Afterwards, Drew said he "really felt something" when the Sioux Chief "waved a ceremonial stick" over him.)  Burgermeister. In Mainz, Germany. "Wisdom is Wealth."

How could he feel something if he's inventing it? C'mon over to the Flipside, the water is fine. https://youtu.be/36UJD-yNVAA?t=1h15m11s

Calling Out with Susan Pinsky

Had a great time with Susan Pinksy, Rebecca Fearing, Jennifer Shaffer and Dr. Drew Pinsky talking about "Hacking the Afterlife." 

We talked about how I gave three different mediums the same questions to ask "Amelia Earhart' about her life and journey - questions not public or available - and the answers were the same. Further, how she gave Jennifer "new information" that I later found to be accurate. 



We spoke with Rebecca Fearing about how some people claim to be able to "speak" or "see" religious figures on the Flipside, and in the last part, a demonstration of "walking" Dr. Drew into the Flipside - using an event that happened in his youth as a gateway to introduce him to his "spirit guide" and his "council." As he put it "This is very strange, but I'm seeing the people you are asking me about." Indeed.
Colby, Dr. Drew, Susan, Fred and Jennifer Shaffer, yours truly
Click on this link to hear the 90 minute interview:

https://www.facebook.com/susansailerpinsky/videos/1621827931207880/ Jennifer and Rich Hacking the Afterlife

Author/ Film Producer Rich Martini joins forensic psychic Jennifer M Shaffer to Hack Into The Afterlife with out premiere psychic medium Rebecca Fearing. Will they take your questions LIVE and hope to talk to Amelia Earhart about what actually happened to her in 1937! Listen to see if we can get her to call into Calling Out! Then Rebecca Fearing and Jennifer Shaffer will give you a free reading!

To Be or Not To Have Been and Daniel Day-Lewis

A rumination on Hamlet's question; "To be or not to Be."
Mr. Day-Lewis. National treasure.


To be or not to have been. Hamlet, the Danish Prince (not to be confused with the Danish Pastry) has the most famous soliloquy in the English language - perhaps in all human language.


Daniel Day-Lewis as Hamlet"To live or not to live."  That's the question - if its noble to stay alive and suffer all the difficulties tossed our way willy nilly or to just end it?  And if we end it, what next? What's out there in the "undiscovered country?"

A long and glorious sleep?  With dreams? What dreams may come?

But hang on.  You know how it goes. (reprinted below)

In light of this Flipside research, how should this soliloquy go? (Apologies to the Bard)


To be Benedict or not
Here's the conundrum.  What people claim consistently under deep hypnosis (the reports from Michael Newton, 7000 cases over 30 years, or Dr. Helen Wambach 2000 cases a decade prior) is that we choose to incarnate.

We choose to be.

They claim we can opt out.  Choose to not come to the planet.  Or choose to not be.

Maybe the play calls for "The cranky drunk uncle." The cereal maker. The cereal eater. The cereal killer.  "I don't wanna play that part - you asked me to play the marauding drunk uncle in the Viking era!  No thank you!  Passola.  Passorama. Ask someone else. I don't care how good I was as your drunk uncle, I don't want to play him again!!!"

"Oooh but you're so good at it" they say.  "I can never learn the lessons I need to learn if someone else plays the part. I might forgive them. I need to learn the lesson of forgiveness. Or letting go. They aren't as good as you.  You're the best drunken uncle out there. Pleeeease?"

Wheedling and cajoling from the soul group and guides.  " They do have a point you know.  You haven't done that part in at least a dozen other performances..."

"Ok fine. If you insist. After all, 80 years on earth feels like a half hour back home.  You want an hour out of my existence?  I will give it to you because I love you unconditionally. But this is the last time I play that role for you." (applause, bowing)

This brings to mind the report of Daniel Day-Lewis giving up acting. 


You can give up hats, but you shouldn't give up why you chose to be on the planet.
Hilarious. You can't give up acting . It's what we do each time we choose a new lifetime.  We give it up when we graduate to the next level; spirit guide, teacher, council member and no longer incarnate.  Etcetera, etcetera, et cet er a.   

Giving up acting is like giving up breathing.  Why would anyone do that? (Besides when has he ever "acted?"  He's always "been" in every role I've seen him in.  I think he's just refering to the circus around the profession.)


Granny knows a conundrum when
 she sees it. (Irene Ryan)I'd say that idea of "giving up" on acting is "kinda" selfish actually.   He's been convinced his acting chops came from his environment, from his genes.  But he knows that it comes from before that... it was in his conscious mind as a child. Because back there on the flipside, we choose who we are going to be, and what we are going to do, and we choose these occupations because it heals other people.

I've filmed 45 sessions, and have asked dozens for the "first conscious thought they had they would be doing what they're doing."  The FBI agent said "preschool."  I asked why. She said "I started keeping lists on everyone, what they wore, what kind of car they had, what they ate for lunch." We kinda know who we want to be. Question is whether we can get there or not.  But we choose these roles to "help other people." We choose our occupation to "heal other people."

I've been told that "the energy of a lifetime in the arts is very similar to that in healing.  The energy comes from the same place."  People often claim they choose a lifetime as an actor, director, musician to use their energy to "heal other people." (Not making this up, just reporting what they consistently say.) 

Like a doctor. Like a surgeon. Like a shaman. Like a holy man.  "One huge belly laugh can do more to change a person's health or dispostion in an instant."  "Tears work the same, but they require catharsis."  And Daniel Day-Lewis is the walking epitome of catharsis.   
Yes. I got an Oscar.
From Curtis Hanson.
Had to give it back though.
He planned this lifetime. He has honed and crafted and had fun with it. He instinctively knows the shoe maker, the tailor, the working man has the luxury of disappearing into his or her craft.  But acting is a craft as well.  It's the ensuing trivia, the icing of vanity; all of that is a mental image - a puff of smoke blown his way.  Wave those hands, ignore the smoke, and focus on the idea that a profession can and does heal lives.

(I love #DanielDay-Lewis' work, he's fantastic in "#PhantomThread."  I know the great designer Nino Cerruti, and I felt this performance, unconsciously or otherwise, often captured Nino's bemused smile and design style. But I digress.)

Someone somewhere on the planet has been healed by watching a film or a performance. If you can heal one person than your choice to come here was worthwhile.
Really? Hard to believe
when you look like this guy.
I get emails from people who say "I read your books and I no longer see the planet in the same way.  Thank you." (As I've noted, I'll never get those kinds of reviews from my film work, I have written and/or directed 8 theatrical features.  People chuckle, sometimes laugh in my films - but no one was said "That film saved my life.") 


With Judy Dench in Hamlet. Actors can do that for people moment by moment.  Heal them, help them see a way out of their diaspora. Out of their doldrums. Out of their predicament.

Daniel is one of those people who can recreate human experience, embody compassion with a flick of his eyebrow, and wave of his hand.  If he wants to "give up acting" - he should add a proviso.  "I will give up acting until I'm cast opposite Meryl Streep."  (Another avatar of intent and healing light within a gesture. I'm not aware of any films they've done together, but would vote to see one.)

I'm not saying "don't give it up because you're good and the industry needs you."  That's all vanity.  "Vanum populatum." (google it) Do it because you still have more people to help and heal and make whole.


Jonathan Pryce checking out Yorick.
But back to Hamlet.

He too is talking about a choice, and the choice to give up acting, or to give up life, is after all - a personal one. It is about free will. Because we don't have to incarnate.

We choose to. To be or not to be. 

That's right. Every frog, every fruit fly chose to be here.  Don't like that analogy?  Sorry, too bad. It's accurate. And we can't kill them either.

Because we cannot "not be."  (First law of thermodynamics. Energy doesn't "die" or disappear, or even dissipate.  It just moves to another dimension, form or in our case realm. Energy cannot be destroyed. Not killed.  Not ended.  Just transformed.) 

Once we are formed as consciousness (willed into existence if you will - or won't - like Will Shakespeare) First "there was the word."  "Will."  And that's how we begin as well.  As will.

We all have free will.  We all are free willed.  (We should free poor Willy now and then as well.)


Nice hat. I get it. Tradition. But
it's also a costume bearing fardels.
Avoid the fardels.
To be on the planet or not.  To incarnate or not. It sounds like may people - based on the amount of complainers out there - wish they had not made that choice.

I hear you. You don't like being here. It's hard here.  It's beyond the capacity of many to navigate.

But mark these words. (Not on your screen, please, in a future book perhaps) Note the concept.  You made the bargain.

You agreed to come here.You said you could handle it. You had the choice to say no but you didn't.  You said "I want to be!"  "I can handle this! I got this! Let's roll!"  And you came here - the mewling welp suckled by his mum, taken care of (or not - it was by your design) and left to fend (or offend) for itself.

To have been. That's the victory. To be able to return home to the loving embrace of our brothers and sisters, of our friends and frenemies - of all the people who have ever been on the planet or have existed in any realm - those fellow travellers who we call our "soul group." To return to their loving embrace after we've successfully navigated the stage as we set out to do.

We've seen our loved ones before and we'll see them again. Inshallah. God willing.   Or our willing.  Will Shakespeare? Will he what precisely?

Free Will.  Indeed. An apt term for telling Will to come to life and unleashing that energy. 

Anyone who has ever been or ever existed exists still.  They're out there. Gone from this stage, but their role not ended.  "Not gone, just not here."  Never ended, just not here.  Off stage. Back stage. Back home.

To be or not to be.  It is the question we all asked and ask ourselves prior to every lifetime. What say you?

"From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks

That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day." (Enrico the 5th)

"C'mon in the water's fine!"

Shall we take up arms, hold hands and leap into the breach, jump into the fray once more?  Go down there (or over there) to that planet where we get the luxury of breathing fresh air? Where we have the luxury of drinking cool refreshing clean water?  (Unless it's gone.  No longer fresh. Polluted and stale.) Why would we pollute, destroy the place we love to return to?

Where we get to witness a dawn and sunset.... we get to witness life all around us?  Despite closing our eyes for a third of our lives, despite being asleep for fully one third of the trip - we get to be here on this mangificent blue ball hurtling through space.  What a joy!  What a delight!!!

Why would we ever choose not to be here? Ah yes, back stage. Back home. Where we reconnect with our loved ones. Where we experience unconditional love on a permanent basis. The kind of love Will wrote about in his sonnets, the kind of love that is beyond comprehension, beyond the capacity of the brain to understand which can only be known by experience. That kind of love.

I could go on .  I will go on.  Be.  Don't not be. Trust in the choice you made. You chose to be. Try to understand and enjoy that choice. Make others happy they made the choice to be with you.  
Be all you can be. In your heart. In others' hearts.

Catch you on the Flipside. 

HAMLET: To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. (except we don't... the troubles end to be sure, but we don't end)
To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. (That we chose to experience so we could understand or know them)
 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. (Or not. Some are able to lucid dream. Some experience dreams as reality. Some believe that the dream state is reality. We have a poor choice of words for a myriad of experience that we can only refer to as a dream.)
There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? (All stones in our path that become diamonds once we've overcome them.  A bodkin is a knife, and one could argue that the cigarette, the drunk driving is a form of bodkin, that we don't see as threatening our existence - except when it does.)
 Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
(Um, like Jason Bourne - we all come back from that excursion. All, except those who choose not to return. That's up to them. But even you dear Will have made this journey many times.)
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. (Or, people realize that they chose to be here, that being here is actually a fun place to be, even if someone has murdered your father the King.  If it's revenge you want, your best option is to serve it by making the perpetrator realize he too chose this lifetime, and nothing can kill your father - hence why he keeps showing up as your ghost.  Or did you not realize that?) -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.  (One can hope that in Ophelia's prayers, she prays for Hamlet to realize that compassion is the greatest gift he can learn, and forgiveness the gift he can bestow.  But alas, then we would have no drama.  Conflict is the essence of drama, so thank heavens that he existed in Will's mind so that we can witness the kind of drama we don't have to live through!  If we watch this kind of drama on stage and learn what we don't want to be, it's arguably a form of "experiencing it during a lifetime" and if we've learned the lesson, we don't have to repeat it.  Exeunt.


Hacking the Afterlife is available here:
Flipside is here:
It's a Wonderful Afterlife is here:
and you are Here. Be Here Now.

Memories of a Native American Lifetime

For fans of my book, "Flipside: A Tourist's Guide on How to Navigate the Afterlife" you may remember that during my first between life session I "remembered" a previous lifetime where I saw myself as a Lakota "medicine man."



As noted in the book, I was not familiar with the Lakota, other than the film "Dances With Wolves" which does a pretty good job of depicting what life in the 1860's was for them.  Further, I was not a "believer" in past life regression, I was making a documentary about the work of Michael Newton (Also called "Flipside") and agreed to do one of his "between life session" with the idea that I could "disprove it" in some fashion.  

After all, I didn't believe I could be hypnotized, nor was I coming to a session believing I had a past life (or that the between lives realm existed) and thought that by participating in a hypnosis session, I was determined I would not be "talked into" saying that I was seeing anything that I wasn't seeing.
The Taj. With Santa Martini
However, as people who've read Flipside know; that's not what happened.

I started the session like most people do, talking about memories of growing up, and at some point Jimmy Quast (eastonhypnosis.com) asked me to " return to a lifetime that had some significance to this lifetime."   He gently talked to me about traveling somewhere, through space perhaps, until I saw something.  I saw nothing.  Blackness.  I said so. Repeatedly.  


I used space on the cover of "Flipside" as it reminded me
of what it felt like moving through it.
But Jimmy has been doing this a long time, and he made a simple suggestion.  "Just look down." That's when I began to see and visualize and sense a lifetime that I wasn't familiar with - but since then feel as if I become more familiar with it, the more I research the time and era.

I'm going to include that memory below.  But recently I traveled back to Wisconsin, back to the land of my Irish cousins, to attend the funeral of my dear departed uncle who had 11 children, and made it to 96 years old. And I spent some time with my cousin, his son, who is a historian of sorts, about all things native American about tribes of the region.  

It was at the funeral of his mom, some 5 years ago, when I first revealed to him that I had done a past life session and remembered a lifetime as a native American.  That I had claimed during the session to remember a lifetime as a Lakota.  

It turns out my cousin is an expert in their history.  He said to me "Just tell me what you were wearing."

I told him, and he asked "how many feathers did you have?" I said "two."  He said "were they up or down?" I said "down, tied in my hair."  He said "that would make you a medicine man."  I asked about the memory of a name I had "watanka." (something I searched for on the internet but could not find) and he said "it's a derivation of Wakan Tanka - which means "Great spirit."  As a spokesman for the Great spirit it's what they would have called you." 

Further, I asked him about my memory of my tribe being wiped out by Huron - when the Huron are traditionally near Lake Huron, and the Sioux were in Montana.  He said "You're sitting on the spot where they fought for 60 years. Eau Claire, Wisconsin."

All of these details were new information to me.  None of it I had read or could find online or in books.  Subsequently he's given me some books that contain the histories of these people, and I just finished reading William Warren's book "History of the Ojibway People."  Warren was an Ojibway (Chippewa) and he traces the story (through eyewitness interview of tribal elders) of how the Huron people fought and wound up in upper Wisconsin near Minnesota, and how the Dakota/Lakota fought for their hunting grounds along that region.


Ojibway delegation 1911.
https://www.pinterest.com/taniaochoa1...
It's a difficult book to read because it's 200 years of detailed slaughter.  The Ojibway fought their way across the upper midwest, and some claim their name comes from the look of someone who had been captured and torched by them; "puckered" as in "burnt flesh."  (Others claim it relates to other versions of the word, but their fire punishment is well documented.)  

Basically it read like two angry football teams eking out a few yards at a time over decades, except they were using tomahawks, arrows and axes to cut off the scalps of their victims.  It was a brutal tale of warriors fighting to earn feathers - each feather represented a dead member of the other tribe (basically.) 

One funny note; they invented lacrosse and played it like crazed teams. If a ball went into a house by accident the teams would "tear down the house to get it."  If the ball went into the water they would claw and drown each other retrieving it.  

According to the book, Chief Pontiac used a lacrosse game to draw the British troops out of their forts to watch it - 200 natives racing back and forth, and when the gates of the fort were opened, they threw the ball inside.  As they raced to get it, their wives handed over the knives, axes and sawed off guns they were hiding in their cloaks.  The Ojibway slaughtered the garrison (and took 13 other forts), which is why Pontiac is more than just a name of a city in Michigan.

In terms of observation from the Flipside perspective - I can see how choosing to be the member of a tribe was in many cases, a lifetime chosen to participate in the playing field of life.  Definitely not one in the stands watching others duke it out, but one in which they fought for every inch of land.  Many warriors were dispatched to the hunting grounds, and by the time the Americans showed up, many of their warriors were already gone.

The point being; we choose our lifetimes. Some of us choose lifetimes that are in the playing field fighting with weapons, others choose the stands to watch the action and root for their heroes.

Interesting how the book notes how the French did a masterful job of trading and honoring the native traditions, (doling out medals and awards, and leaving them in peace) which were followed by the British who had less sympathy, but still allowed the native Americans to follow their traditions - followed by the long knives (Americans) who did everything in their power to disrupt, change or wipe out their traditions.  

We all live with the after effects of that diaspora.


A white squirrel I saw in Eau Claire. But when I went to visit my cousin, I drove through the autumn leaves of the region, and opened my consciousness up to the possibility that I might have "lived there before."  There's an odd thing that occurs when one does that - certain vistas start to look familiar, rather than just beautiful. In this case, I was driving around Eau Claire, and it was the first snowfall of the season.  I stopped by to see my cousin after the funeral and we chatted a bit about this research.  He wrote me this note today:


"I have been researching the history of the Huron, as it relates to encounters with the Lakota/Dakota. Traditionally, the Lakota inhabited Minnesota and the eastern Dakotas. The Huron homeland was the Mackinac Island and Lake Huron region. So, they would not have been traditional enemies.

However, the Iroquois battled the Huron in their homeland and forced them from the region in 1652. Some Huron went South into Michigan. Another group moved farther Northwest to Chequamegon Bay on Lake Superior and allied with their old friends, the Ojibwa.

I feel that, IT IS IN THIS TIME FRAME THAT YOUR BATTLE WITH the LAKOTA and HURON ENSUED. (Between 1652 – 1670’s)

Historically, it is the only time that they would have crossed paths in a war-like manner. We need to find a battle, as described in your "memory" in that period of time, that occurred on one of the many tributaries of the Miss. (It could be the Crow Wing, St. Croix, Chippewa, St. Louis, Minnesota, Kettle, or a number of other rivers that empty into the Mississippi in that region.)"



I had not mentioned this to him, but during my session when I was asked "When did this occur?" I said "late 1600's.  Like 1670."  

The chapter doesn't include that note, I trimmed the transcript, but it exists in my notes.  So technically, the memory could be correct. I was surprised to read it in his email today, and felt that "zing" of truth about it.

  Here it is:

(reproduced with the author's permission from the book "Flipside: a Tourist's Guide on How to Navigate the Afterlife." ) Jimmy Quast, trained by Michael Newton in hypnotherapy, conducted the session.  After going through memories of my lifetime, a memory of "being born" we got to a point where I was saying "I don't see anything."  Finally, he said the following:


               Just look down. What do you see?               This is unusual. (I saw my bare feet in a creek. The water was cold, soothing. My feet bloody, scratched.) What's coming to me is... Native American Indian. I'm a male. And I'm trying to get the impression here... What’s on my legs? I want to say buckskin, there's a feather. Two feathers, not up, but down... tied in my hair, black hair, and I can feel my clothing - suede vest, pants... bare feet.
Years later, I examined this lifetime again in a subsequent session, asking myself "So where was I, when the battle started?"  I offered that I was "out gathering medicine for the upcoming battle" that I had "foreseen" or felt was coming... and I had gone out to gather the healing herbs when the battle began, herbs that I would use to cure wounds... and when the battle began I had run up the hill to the creek... tearing my feet on the way.  
But I can tell you that I have never been inside a Teepee, but in this vision, when I opened mine, I could feel the raw skin of the leather - a feeling that I've not known in this lifetime but feel I now know.  Also, when I saw this woman with black hair lying face down at my feet in a pool of blood, I had the feeling "Oh no, they've killed my wife and taken my son."  
Consciously I was saying "wait, what? How do you know there was a son here? How do you know this is your wife?"  But physically I felt the deepest most profound sorrow I've ever known - and thank god have not had to know in this lifetime... but as I felt it I thought "If i'm making this up, why would I allow myself to experience this kind of pain?"  
Indeed.  Why would I allow myself to experience that depth of pain?  The only answer I can come up with is; to share it with you.

There is no space like the present

"There is no Space like the Present."

This was a message to me from a guide on the flipside.


The illusion of space and time. Me and Mom. 1959? Or now?
Allow me to explain.

After my recent appearance on "Coast to Coast" I got an email from someone who had a profound dream about a topic that weighed heavily on his mind and wanted my opinion on it.  

He called the Vision a "Grain of Sand."



"... one night, I had my vision. (A dream that's so real you would swear you are there. This is because you are.) The dream (which I will refer to as my “vision”) happened on a sandy beach.

On this beach, the sand was smooth and oh, so soft. The waves were gentle, and the clouds were few. A perfect day. I was there standing close to the edge where the water was washing over my feet when I realized that there was someone standing next to me.

I couldn't see him, but he was there. It was one of my Spirit Guides... (I think it was) my main Spirit Guide.
We enjoyed the sandy beach and the calm ocean together. The silence was so peaceful.

Then he turned and picked up a grain of sand and as he showed me the grain, he said, “This grain of sand is all you know, and this is all you will ever know!”

He put it down back where he found it. Wow.... 
The encounter left me crushed. I mean, I had this notion I learned everything. Boy, was I wrong. It jolted my ego. I woke up.  Devastated that I understood nothing..."


Hang on. Here I go.
Interesting dream.

I wrote back to him and offered that sometimes we wake up to interpret a dream, but it may not have been what the person in the dream was trying to impart to us (subconscious aside). I offered that when he said "This is all you are" he may have meant something different than "the insignificance of a grain of sand." I suggested he "open himself up to the possibility" that he could communicate with his guide through the dream to ask him to be more precise about "what he meant."

I suggested he ask his guide some questions:

"The best way for you to understand the dream is to reach out to your guide and ask. Try to remember the dream as best you can in "real time."  Look over at your guide...  Look at this face.  Is it old or young? What color is the hair, the eyes, the skin?  Can you see what he's wearing?  Just focus on him for a minute until you can actually see him.

It might be fuzzy or not clear - but you can get a clearer picture by asking questions. "How tall is he?  Taller than me?  If so, how can I see his face? or do I just hear him?"   If you freeze the frame, try to look at him carefully.  

Then reach out with your hand and take his hand in yours. What does that feel like?  Describe the emotions you feel. Anything? Cold? Warm? Friend? Teacher? etc. Then try to take both hands.  Look him in the eye.  Thank him for showing up."

I then gave him a series of specific questions to ask which included  "Specifically what did you mean by "I'm this grain of sand? " 

I ended the email with "And tell him I said hello." 

To which he replied:

"Wow! Thank you so much for the powerful lesson. I saw his face as I first read the email, and surprise, surprise, it wasn't who I thought it was in (my dream) "A Grain of Sand".... The saying "When the student is ready, the teacher will appear" is something I am saying to myself here as I feel the student. (Of course.)

The interpretation has changed. He told me I was the sandy beach, ocean, and sky all at once and that the grain of sand was an aspect of me. The grain is "Me" in this lifetime. (This is all of us.)
I even asked while we were on the beach if I could hug him and could feel not only his soft hands but his warm embrace. Love is so different over there. Wow! I am not sure what this means, but I said you say "Hello" and he said: "There is no Space like the Present." Not sure what the hell he's talking about. Only I need to tell you..."
Insight anyone?
Cool. A message from someone else's spirit guide...
Let's not forget, this fellow does not know what his guide meant.  
So it can't be cryptomnesia, hypoxia, hallucination, or something he heard or saw if he's inventing it.  
If he was inventing this dream, then he'd know what his guide "meant."
But he does not.  
Sand all right. But on MARS.  We tend to think of sand as only on earth. Mars sand.
First let's google the phrase. His guide said "There is no space like the present."  Any references? Google reports: "About 1,980,000,000 results (0.80 seconds)  No results found for "there is no space like the present."
Space? or all composed of the same energy?
So let's start there. 
This guide offered a phrase to me that doesn't exist in human language.  Got that?  There are no references to it, until NOW.
As I write this blog post I am putting his words into the lexicon.  From this point forward every search of this phrase on any engine will include a reference to this post.
"THERE IS NO SPACE LIKE THE PRESENT."
So we have created something new.  From the flipside.
Now let's parse the sentence or the sentiment, shall we? 
The phrase, as its commonly known is "There is no time like the present."
What does that mean? 
Jack Kornfield, the renowned Buddhist scholar and author, wrote a book called "There is no time like the present" with reference to the Buddhist concept of the nature of reality.   Come again?
We tend to think in the past, since everything we observe during the day is "old information" or a reference to something that we knew or has been discussed.  We tend to focus on "Old news."  And we spend a great deal of time stressing, worrying, obsessing, fearing the future. "What's going to happen next?"  But to live life fully, we need to allow that the past is gone, the future is not here, but now is when we are living.  And even that is transitory - as by the time your eyes have gotten to the end of this sentence, time has moved on since you started it.  Very difficult to pin down "now" when your brain is moving at a lightning speed.
Or so the zen concept goes.
Love love. So very Zen.
"The Time is Always Now" is a friend of mine's art gallery in New York, borrowed from a Dutch artist who used to make stopwatches that ran backwards.  
Peter Tunney is using his talent as an artist to create new pathways of the brain - new ways of seeing words and phrases that have grown stale; "Fear Less" "Remain Calm " " Today is the Day." He's forcing the viewer to review - to see again - what is in front of them. Met Peter in Cannes. Felt like I've known him forever.In like form, this guide from the Flipside is asking us to review the nature of reality.  Hence why he sent me this missive.
To me it means a number of things:
1. Review the nature of reality.  If by moving one word from a sentence changes its meaning entirely, then the structure of sentences can change how we think and who we are.  "There is no time like the present" normally means; "do whatever you need to do now, and don't put it off until tomorrow, or another time later.  Do it now."
2. Review the nature of time and space.  What are time and space? We view them as units of distance, or figures in math in terms of physics.  But if time is relative in terms of this realm, then what does time really mean? Time, according to those I've interviewed on the flipside, is entirely different "over there."
"Over there" time exists (despite what many new age authors claim) just relatively different.  For example one person claimed that their 25 year lifetime in the 1600's felt like "ten minutes" back on the flipside.  They literally "walked out of their classroom" and lived this lifetime, then walked back into the classroom (consciously - only about a third of her energy had left) to finish the lesson she was teaching.  Her 25 year life over here "felt like ten minutes over there."
If you follow that math, then 2500 years may feel more like a 17 days... not much more than a fortnight (!) "over there."  If that's accurate, then 25,000 years feels like... well, the mind reels from the comparison.  
Suffice to say I've had this discussion many, many times with people both here and on the flipside, and ultimately, the people on the flipside agree with me that "time feels like it doesn't exist" when we're "back there" - but that it does exist. That's why we have young souls and older souls. Because we come here to learn lessons. Can't learn any lessons if everything is happening simultaneously.  Time moving for Paul Tracey, me and Dave Patlak
Time is just really slow. Or fast, depending upon your experience.
Which now takes us to space.  
How does space exist on the flipside?  Well, people claim that once they are over there, they are able to move instantly from one place to the next.  ("I can fly!") I can only liken it to the way molecules move in a pool of water, for example.  If one molecule is hit with a jolt of electricity, all of them feel it simultaneously.
So if one water molecule wanted to experience what another molecule in the pool was experiencing, they can "shift their focus" to the other side of the pool.  There is no space between them in that example - as it's a simultaneous experience.  Shifting your focus from one place to the next doesn't take time or space.
The same goes for quantum entanglement.
Two ions experience the same phenomena at the same time, no matter how far apart they are.  Why is that?  Is it that there is some invisible material that binds them?  Or is dark matter more like a pool of water, so that if one ion that shares another ions makeup - for lack of a better term - if both ions experience the same things simultaneously, what does that tell us about space?
That space doesn't exist.
Or that it exists relatively. It's an illusion, the same way that TIME IS AN ILLUSION. (Not illusion in a pejorative sense, like someone "playing a game" or "toying with reality" but that it doesn't inherently exist.)  Space is one too.
There is no space like the present is another way of saying "There is no space."  Or that by interchanging the words "space" and "time" this teacher is showing that neither is accurate with regard to how we interpret phenomena.  "Present" is a unit of time. If time is an illusion, then space is as well.

Buddha of the "future"; Maitreya.Space is relative to your experience working with it.  Quantum computing is already using quantum entanglement as a framework. 
Quantum entanglement proves that light is both a particle and a wave.  How can it be that one thing could be two things at once? Turns out that experiments show that light travels as both a particle and a wave.
Both simultaneously.  (Holy Trinity anyone?  How about "consciousness exists as both particle and wave?")  If quantum entanglement proves that time is an illusion (as it can't be measured when two objects react simultaneously no matter where they exist in the universe) therefore it also proves that space is an illusion.
How could two objects light years apart react at precisely the same moment when one is affected?
What are examples of quantum entanglement in nature?   As mentioned in the previous post, I interviewed an identical twin about that phenomenon - how two of them experienced the same event at the same time although miles apart.  She noted that the two of them had the same dream - experiencing the same event at the same time, where a teacher was using them as an example of "unconditional love."
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE appears to be the fundamental law of the universe, and within it lies time, space and consciousness.  Understand how that sentence makes sense and you will no doubt win a Nobel Prize. Luana on a wing.
In the previous post, I noted how my friend Luana had shown space in terms of this equation ll .. ll - as in "11:11."  If you look at the equation as an architect's drawing, it's two hallways separated by two decimal points.  
The hallway on the left represents where we are in time and space.  The hallway to the right represents where she is in time and space.  The decimal point is the distance I must travel to communicate with her - which is one plane or realm over - and she must do the equivalent move from her realm in order to reach me.  It's not a physical space that we can identify - but it does exist unto itself.  
Like the difference between a block of ice communicating with a field of steam or mist.  Both are composed of the same element, but at first glance impossible for them to communicate. But they are composed of the same material; water. One transforms into the other, but there are "decimals" along the way. Deep thoughts from Mt. Kailash
 And in terms of the concept of "now," space does not exist.  There is no space between us as entities on earth, because, like the ions in the quantum entanglement equation, we all "come from the same home."
You catch that?
We are all from the same home.  Not the same space in that home, but for lack of a better word, we are all part of the same realm, we are all ions created together, we connect more rapidly to those that we've encountered before (the way deja vu works, or that feeling we've "known someone before" because we have known that person "before").
Space is an illusion, the same way that time is an illusion.
Andromeda IllusionWe exist here in this space because we've agreed to participate in this experiment here on the planet.
Oof da. That's a whole lot of thinking for one simple sentence. "There is no space like the present."
And it is a "present" - a gift if you will - and I thank his guide for passing it along to me, and from me, I pass it along to... YOU.
No space. No time. Enjoy.

11..11

Okay.  This is something that occurred last night. I'm recounting it second hand, but it comes from an impeccable source.

Luana.

Fans of Flipside know Luana as my pal who started to come and visit me after she passed away back in 1996.  She inspired me to write about her visits in the book and film "Flipside" and then later in the books "It's a Wonderful Afterlife" and "Hacking the Afterlife."

Last month I recounted how she came to visit me while I was having lunch with the medium/intuitive Jennifer Shaffer in our usual "Chatting with the flipside" event.


Pals of Luana. Harry and Bill.And she brought along her pal Harry Dean Stanton.  I've mentioned how Harry proved beyond a shadow of doubt (to me anyway) that he was actually with her, because he described events that Jennifer did not know, could not have known, described how he passed away and who was in the room with him (details I did not know but were verified later) and other fun, and amazing things.

Last night Luana gave us some more insight to chew on.


The Callaghans of Continental Mixer in Osseo, Wisc.
Here's what was happening when she "appeared."  

Our daughter had come down with something... perhaps something she ate earlier in the day, and was feeling sick, shivering.  But at the same time we were getting ready to make a long flight back home from visiting our relatives back in Wisconsin.

It was a funeral - of the one and only "Dadzo" Coyne Callaghan, who lived to 96 and spawned the most amazing, fun, hilarious, phenomenal relatives anyone could hope to have.  

Whenever I'm with them, I can't help but marvel how hilarious they all are - there are 11 children, and the amazing story of how when he proposed marriage to my Aunt Martha (sister of my mom) they actually named all the children they were going to have.

They named 12 of them, but had 11.  I found out at the funeral that the name of the missing child was "Ann Louise" - from a stranger who had just heard the story no less! - but also discovered there were 4 miscarriages in total.

So they might have had 15.  But instead they had 11 of the most amazing, wonderful, charming, generous people I've had the pleasure to meet.

But back to Luana.

So my wife Sherry decides she needs to pray to help heal our little daughter, who is shivering with this illness, sick, and can't sleep.  And she put out a "call to all angels" and then fell asleep.

That's when Luana appeared.  

Sherry insists this was a "dream and not a vision" - but that's what people have to say around me, because I'm constantly saying "tell me what else she said, what was she wearing, etc, about every dream I hear.

Sherry only saw her face.  About 30 (many years before they met) and Sherry's reaction to seeing her was to say "How can you be here? You died back in 1996."
She appeared looking a bit like this.And Luana showed her a space craft as an example.  She showed her a cruiser that we had seen at a Lego store hours earlier and said "Imagine that I'm traveling in this but it moves really quickly."

Then she said "Imagine the numbers 11..11 as an example."

(We've all heard people talk about seeing the numbers 11:11 on a clock - at least I have - and wonder about the synchronicity of seeing that particular time each day.)

Well, Luana explained that synchronicity.

She said imagine that I am an 11 and  you are an 11 separated by two decimals.

(As she put it: "Imagine 11 . . 11 with two decimals between the numbers")



She said "In order for you to see me, you move one decimal in my direction, and I move once decimal in your direction."

Sherry didn't understand this, but I do.  

Based on that other discussions we've had, everything on the flipside is a matter of understanding how energy works, how waves work, how math works.  That in order for them to manifest, appear, it's a matter of understanding the math behind doing that, as well as understanding the time frame of the time/space realm where they need to appear so that we can see them. 

But it requires both of us to move in the same direction.  So in Sherry's case it was because she was asleep, in the sleep state, that she was able to "shift her focus" to be able to see Luana, but equally, in order for Luana to appear to her in this form, she has to "shift her focus" to be able to appear to Sherry.

The space craft is a metaphor for "moving at lightning speeds" (in this case it was a Star Wars Lego ship) and that "moving at the speed of light" is a metaphor for how fast people are able to move on the flipside when they want to focus on doing so.

I've interviewed a number of people who when asked to describe the "one thing" they'd like to tell people about the flipside it's "I can fly."

And by that they don't mean wings - but they do mean moving from one place to the next at lightning speed.


Me and Luana traveling a bit slower in Venice.So the next time you see 11:11 on a clock... just add those two decimals in your mind.  There's someone "over there" who wants you to think of them while you're glancing at the clock - that's why they got you to focus on that time on the clock.  Just open yourself up to whomever that might be.

Luana also said our daughter would be fine after she slept (she was).

I heard this story on the way to the airport this morning - and despite Sherry's insistence that it wasn't a vision, but "only a dream" I share it here - because... wow.  

What a cool dream.

speaking of coast to coast

I got a chance to appear on "Coast to Coast" with George Noory last Thursday.


George Noory and yours truly looking kinda pink.Someone sent me an email that asked "Why did you say this particular thing?" the other day.  Truthfully, I'm pretty much on auto pilot at that time of the day, so whatever I said was in reply to what George was asking me.  He's such an excellent interviewer, that often I haven't a clue as to what we talked about, I just know that it was a lot of fun talking with him.

He asked me one question about whether "people feel remorse when they report from the Flipside?"

I said "not in my research."
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I need to clarify that people may experience remorse after a lifetime, that's not in my ability to say that people do or don't experience what they experience.  However, I can say that in general, the people that I've interviewed aren't people who've had awful lifetimes causing distress while they were here.

Its entirely possible that someone would feel remorse, regret, pangs of ill feelings about the things they've done or not done - but in my experience, and in my research, once a person "lets go of the earthly bonds that tie us to the planet" - they go through something akin to being "blasted out of a cannon."

It's kind of hard feeling remorse at that particular moment.

When people do express that feeling of remorse,it's often during their "life review."  That's a term often used by Michael Newton ("Journey of Souls") regarding what we experience while under deep hypnosis, while accessing the "between lives realm."  His 7000 clients over 30 years said relatively the same things about having a "life review" process.

I've filmed 45 sessions, and interviewed a number of people who are familiar with their own between life sessions.  In particular Paul Aurand described in great detail what it felt like when he was before his council and accessing a previous lifetime where he was a slave owner, and "cared more for his property than his slaves."  Paul was able to access that memory because his council was showing him that as a soul he'd progressed - that he no longer treated anyone (outside of himself) with disdain.

In the near death event of David Bennett ("Voyage of Purpose" and his interview in my book "It's a Wonderful Afterlife") David recalled his "Life review."  In it he was shown a couple of events from "this lifetime."  (Information he'd easily have access to, but wasn't aware of the ramifications of them.)  

In one instance, he was shown a barfight he started in Texas, when a young man made a pass at him, and he let the bartender know about it.  The man was then beaten senseless, but in David's memory of the event, he experienced it through the eyes of the victim.  He felt every punch, the hatred, the humiliation involved.  Then he was shown another event when he helped a woman who was depressed - and how getting her "to smile" changed her world.


Luana says hello.
Today I replied to someone who was upset about my comments during the show that people generally didn't report any form of evil on the flipside. 

Here's the exchange:

Email: "I'm not sure if Karma is addressed in any of your interviews with souls/spirits in the Afterlife. But I don't seem to find that topic.  I don't know about life paths for every person, but I would find it hard to "believe" that a soul who created mayhem, destruction, violence (especially against children), could just sail on through in the Afterlife without some kind of amends/retribution.  Thank you."
My reply:

"Thanks for the comment.  Well, as I'm fond of saying, I'm just reporting here.  It's not my theory, belief or philosophy in the mix... I'm just reporting what people consistently say about the flipside. Whether it's under deep hypnosis, during a near death event, or in some other altered consciousness fashion.  I understand that sounds contrary to every known religious and philosophical tradition on the planet, and if I observed or heard information that wasn't contrary - that is, if I heard information that contained some form of amends/retribution for those who've created mayhem, I would report that.  But that's not what's in the reports.

What is in the reports is that people who create mayhem experience that mayhem when they get "back home" to meet with their "spirit guides" or council - which is reported to encourage that individual to experience fully everything negative they've ever done to anyone.  So in a sense, yes, if we can imagine everyone that we've ever hurt, made feel bad, or worse - every creature that we've killed by accident or on purpose, to fully feel their experience of pain, suffering or humiliation - all from their perspective - that would give anyone pause. (Which is consistently reported - that when someone remembers an awful thing they did during their lifetime,it's something they experience from the perspective of their victim.)

And that detail actually is reported - that people have a "life review" and during those life reviews they get a chance to experience everything they've done to other people.  (During Coast to Coast the other night, he asked if people felt "remorse" over a previous life - but I have to answer honestly... in my research I've not found that.  However, I'm not interviewing people who were perpetrators for the most part, just people who have suffered and not caused pain.  There are a few of those in my research (and I report those) but for the most part - people experience wonder after they pass. At least the ones I've interviewed or filmed.)

But when we speak to people who've had those experiences as victims (and I've filmed quite a few) - that is people who were "murdered" "annihilated" or molested as children... while they are under deep hypnosis they report consistently not what anyone with a sane mind would want to hear.  They report - consistently - that from the soul's perspective, their journey here was done with intent - either to teach lessons in love or compassion or forgiveness, or to learn lessons in the same.  And again - if they reported some form of red hot pokers being applied to the fingernails of their perpetrators - I'd be really happy to report that.  Because it certainly exists in every film, book or story I'm aware of where someone seeks revenge on their perpetrators.  And there's something satisfying to think that would be the case.
My job as I see it
But my job, as I see it, is to report what I'm hearing consistently - without judgment or prejudice about what they're saying.  I can't imagine choosing such a difficult path, I can't imagine choosing a lifetime where awful things would happen to me - and from my own experience I've seen a number of lifetimes of my own - or what appears to be my own memories of these different lives - and generally I appear to avoid that kind of strife and stress in my own choices.  But I have respect and unconditional love for my fellow beings who choose difficult lives - and so therefore I can appreciate what they're saying about them.  But thanks for asking.

The reply: Okay, thank you, and I appreciate your thoughtful reply. Troubling to me how we don't hear about and from the inflictors of pain as often as we do about those who suffered terribly. The Hitlers, the Stalins, and those whose policies have made others suffer would be an interesting report.

My reply:

"There are quite a few reports of people "speaking" to those you mention. What they say is that the world we exist in is a stage. That people sign up to play roles of "good and bad" people.  Since they are performances, they are actors playing the role of the bad guy.  For example, Desdemona doesn't go up to Othello after the play and say "You killed me!"  Rather they comment on how well the show went.  

Romeo doesn't walk up to Juliet and ask "why'd  you take that poison?"  She'd answer "we've been doing this play for a long time Romeo, did you forget that we do this each time?"  Since we have the illusion that we are fully conscious, fully in the world we're in, while reading this sentence, we can't be aware of how it is that we chose to be here, chose to wear this costume or chose to play this role.  It's not up to me to change anyone's feelings about that - because that makes me the fellow who turns on the lights in the middle of the play and shouts "It's only a play!"  

But if one can wrap their mind around the concept "We don't die" it might make it easier to comprehend.  None of us dies, so there's no harm anyone can accomplish in our direction.  Yes, temporary stress, harm - but we can't be killed, and if we survive whatever has happened to us, physically, we can comprehend that any event is one that teaches lessons to everyone involved.
"We don't die."
It's not an easy topic. But I will offer you an account that I filmed, and is included in the book and film "Flipside." 

I was filming a woman who under deep hypnosis remembered being in the holocaust. She saw herself naked, waiting for the showers to come on. The hypnotherapist asked her to move back to happier times in this life,and she saw her family and friends and loved ones. Eventually he brought her back to the moment where she crossed over, out of the camp, and into a place where she was met by her loved ones.  She eventually got to see her council, her guides who have watched over all her lifetimes.  She asked "Why did I choose this lifetime? It was awful. I lost everyone I loved."

She said (and it's on camera in the film "Flipside") "They're showing me images... this is going to be difficult to express... but they're showing me images to make me see that it was harder to choose to play the role of a perpetrator in this life, than a victim."  

I was startled to hear it, as I'd never heard anything like it.  She said "From my perspective each day in the camp was a heightened lesson in many topics, love, compassion, forgiveness, courage... and from this perspective I'm glad I chose this role, as the role others chose was more difficult for them to overcome or process."

We really have to examine carefully the roles people play - as we know, Hitler, Stalin, Pol Pot, Genghis Kahn, Alexander the Great - all played a role, but they did not perform by themselves. They had thousands of others playing the role as well, assisting, aiding, abetting... perpetrating their will over others.  Why?  It's a good question.  Why would anyone sign up to experience trauma?  Well, I can only point to one person's report "You can learn more from one day of tragedy on earth than you can in 5000 years on some other boring planet."

Did you catch that?

We come here to learn or teach lessons.  For people on the flipside, 5000 years isn't that big of a deal - time works differently off planet.  From my research I've heard that "25 years on earth feels like 10 minutes over there."  So there's that factor as well.  An 80 year lifetime might feel like a half an hour to our souls back home.  What happens on earth might be relatively thrilling or depressing,but it also might be just a blip in our overall journey and life's progress.  Just something to chew on.  

Again, I'm just reporting what people say.


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Then there's this fun email:

"Everything you talk about on your website, and what you talked about on Coast To Coast, is complete horseshit.

1) "We choose our next life". Horseshit.  I would NEVER choose this worthless abomination of a shithole ruled by evil criminal psychopaths to incarnate into.  I would choose a parallel Utopia Earth with no money, no banking, no government, no business, no corporations, no psychopathic ruling Elite, no corrupt legal system, no intelligence agencies, no need to eat other life forms to survive, and no secret societies like Freemasonry.  I have just proven you wrong.  (My response; "So why did you choose it?")

2) "We are here to learn lessons". Horseshit.  Who we really are is omniscient (all-knowing), omnipotent (all-powerful), formless, and has nothing to do with this 3D illusion.  In reality, we have nothing to learn.  It only seems like we learn in this 3D illusion, because it is in the deceptive design of it, to deceive us into believing we are the opposite of who we really are, and to deceive us into believing the 3D illusion and the illusion of humanity are real, when none of this is real.  This 3D illusion was created by corrupt thinking and lying entities that religious people worship as God. (Some of us take longer than other to learn lessons, just like in school.)

3) "Love love".  Horseshit.  Love is hypnosis, and has nothing to do with truth or reality.  (He cites a blog about the topic, how love is an illusion)  (Actually not my quote; it came from Robin Williams, someone I knew, who gave it in reply to asking him for a quote for the book "Hacking the Afterlife."  As pointed out on the show, neither I nor the medium understood what he meant - until he explained it.)

4) "We reincarnate".  Horseshit.   (He cites the blog again, claiming it's not true that we reincarnate)  (Highly recommend reading Dr. Tucker's books, Carol Bowman's or Ian Stevenson at UVA for verified peer reviewed cases of reincarnation.  Not my opinion, belief or theory - just verified cases.)

"Based on the quote above, mediums who are not con artists are actually unintentionally deceiving people.  Mediums are not actually communicating with dead people, they are communicating with the corrupt thinking and lying entities who conjure up this illusion, posing as the dead people.  Who we really are is that singular formless reality, and these individual 3D identities are all illusions."  

(Well, perhaps. Except in the cases of mediums who work with law enforcement on missing person and murder cases (which is what I was citing.)  Also, mediumship is not a panacea or a religious order - mediums can misinterpret what they're seeing or sensing - that's why I ask questions that are specific about "new information" that can be imparted.  Meaning "not knowable to anyone listening" until it's verified later forensically.  That's not hard to comprehend, is it?  It's not "predicting the future" or "hearing an opinion from the flipside" - which I agree would be pointless.  What I focus on are verifiable details that are unknown to the person asking the question or the medium - proving it could not be cryptomnesia. We may experience an illusion while here on the planet, but that doesn't mean we can't examine that illusion.)

5) "Atheism is not a religion". Atheism is a religion.  Atheists are deeply in the hypnotic trance state just like religious people: they believe this 3D illusion is real, they believe the illusion of humanity is real, they believe science is real and valid the same way religious people believe their religion is real and valid, and they have their God, science, the same way religious people have a God."

(The reason I said "atheism is not a religion" is that I agree with you - some people treat it as such, just substituting their old rules and regulations from previous religions onto a philosophy.  But my point was that it is not a religion per se - it's a philosophy.  (like Buddhism)  Not a religion, that believes or disbelieves as a matter of faith.  "I don't believe in god" is not an accurate sentence - it's "I don't believe in anyone's belief in god or gods."  Something different.  I'm not picking a fight with atheists - it's to call out people who confuse the two.  As this person has done in their reply.)


Me and George. Me looking pink again.
My reply:

"I appreciate your taking the time to reach out and respond.

Actually I'm not espousing any beliefs in this research.  I'm just reporting what people consistently say while under deep hypnosis.

It's not what I would have suspected they would say but it is what they say.  Consistently.  Meaning I've filmed 45 sessions with people I chose for skepticism.  But I've examined thousands of other cases as well as many near death events.

But I appreciate your opinion.  It's just not born out in the research.  If and when people say things under deep hypnosis (different therapists, different folks, around the planet) I'll be happy to report that as well.

Meanwhile, hope you have a good day. Again - not my opinion, belief or theory.  I'm just reporting what people say.

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And finally this emailed comment came today:
"I’m reaching out because of your interview on Coast to Coast. I loved it! Great show... you had me enthralled for the first hour.What caught my attention was discussing Michael Newton. While I haven’t had a personal LBL session yet, what rang true for me was when you said “taking the red pill”. Lol. 
Because that was my reaction after reading “Journey of Souls”. I was captivated by that book (and his other one “Destiny of Souls” ). They, for me, have gone a long way to bring clarity which wasn’t there before. (actually he has two more "Life Between Lives" and "Memories of the Afterlife.")
....So, for some reason when I heard you say those words, I had to connect with you. I’m not really sure why just that reaching out seems like “a good idea”. (The “good idea” you get when shivers run down your spine.)
Even writing this I shrug my shoulders going “what am I doing?”I love your website and ordered a copy of “Hacking the Afterlife”. I’m looking forward to reading that too..."
(then he includes a vivid dream he had)
"...one night, I had my vision. (A dream that's so real you would swear you are there. This is because you are.) The dream (which I will refer to as my “vision”) happened on a sandy beach.On this beach, the sand was smooth and oh, so soft. The waves were gentle, and the clouds were few. A perfect day.I was there standing close to the edge where the water was washing over my feet when I realized that there was someone standing next to me. I couldn't see him, but he was there.It was one of my Spirit Guides.... We enjoyed the sandy beach and the calm ocean together. The silence was so peaceful.Then he turned and picked up a grain of sand and as he showed me the grain, he said, “This grain of sand is all you know, and this is all you will ever know!” He put it down back where he found it.  Wow.... The encounter left me crushed. I mean, I had this notion I learned everything. Boy, was I wrong. It jolted my ego."
He goes on to describe his interpretation of the dream.
My reply: (and this applies to anyone who's had a "vivid dream")"Thanks for reaching out. Interesting dream.  I would have interpreted it differently... but then that's me. The best way for you to understand the dream is to reach out to your guide and ask.
Try to remember the dream as best you can in "real time."  Look over at your guide.  Don't get hung up on his name - that's a place holder.  Just look at this face.  Is it old or young? What color is the hair, the eyes, the skin?  Can you see what he's wearing?"  Just focus on him for a minute until you can actually see him.
It might be fuzzy or not clear - but you can get a clearer picture by asking questions. "how tall is he?  taller than me?"  If so, how can i see his face? or do I just hear him?  If you freeze the frame, try to look at him carefully.  
Then reach out with your hand and take his hand in yours. What does that feel like?  describe the emotions you feel. Anything? cold? warm? friend? teacher? etc. Then try to take both hands.  Look him in the eye.  Thank him for showing up.  
Ask "have we ever had a lifetime together? where was it? show it to me?  write down your impressions - answer could be "yes" or "no" - or "not on this planet."  If he says yes just ask "where, can you show me?"  If it seems familiar - like a city or era comes to mind examine that too... where are we? what was my name? what was your name? was I male or female?  
Don't judge any of the answers.  Just write them down.
Now back to holding his hand.  Ask him to show you something - like your soul group.  "Can you show me my soul group?"  if the answer is yes, count how many are in it.  don't judge the number.  Just count.  Look around - see anyone you know?
Then ask him "are you my primary guide? or is there another?"  Look around.  Is there anyone else watching this conversation?  If so - get them to come closer to identify them.  
Then ask him "Can you show me my council.?  You may not know your council, but he does.
Write down - are you inside or outside? What's the room or place look like? How many people? standing or sitting? are they in a row, or in a curve? what do they look like? go up to each member and do the same - take their hand, observe how they look, their age, their reason for being on your council.  Ask them "to show you" the "reason that they exist on your council.  What quality did you accomplish or learn from an incarnation to earn their place on your council?"  don't judge the answers but write them down.
Then see if they are wearing any clothing - describe it... any ornaments?  If so, ask what it represents.  Don't judge the answers... avail online
Finally ask "is there any message that I can pass along to myself, Mark, or my friends and family or loved ones that will be of help to them?"  And see what they say. avail online
You'll be surprised.
You can have a friend ask these questions - but the key - the bridge - the gateway - is to remember that vivid dream.  You can see his face now as I write this sentence... so ask him some questions.
And tell him I said hello.
Best,
RM (All my books are available here:)

What about Heaven?

Read Richard Martini's answer to How can one go to heaven? on

Talking to Harry Dean Stanton on the Flipside

"Just open yourself up to the possibility that there might be an afterlife."


Luana on the Flipside (or a mirror in Rockefeller plaza)
This is a post about my pal Luana Anders (who passed away in 1996) and my pal Harry Dean Stanton (who passed a few weeks ago) and my conversation with them via Jennifer Shaffer (JenniferShaffer.com)

First some bonafides; I've known Harry Dean Stanton since I appeared in an episode of "Laverne and Shirley" with him back in the 80's.  I played a pizza delivery guy who whenever he rang the doorbell, was always shy a couple of slices of pizza.  "Hey fur face, where's the rest of our pizza?"  (Shirley's line) And I'd make up some story "Well, I was on my way here, and suddenly I saw this fire in a building, and I set the pizza down, and went over to the building and caught this baby that fell out of window... but when I got back to your pizza, a few slices were missing."  

All the while, wiping pizza crumbs out of my beard.

Charles Grodin got me the part, it was his idea, he called his pal Penny Marshall and she brought me in to do an episode.  I filmed the bit on the same night that Harry Dean Stanton was performing - singing songs actually, and later, when I ran into Penny she said "Oh, I forgot. We had to cut you. Harry's song went long." (Some years later we shared the "millennium cruise" aboard Bob Shaye's yacht - and I played piano while Penny sang. So there was a circle to that story too.)

But in Harry Dean's case, that circle closed yesterday in a cafe in Manhattan Beach.


Wine and Spirits anyone? (Jennifer's name for a cool talk show)
It's where I meet up with Jennifer Shaffer to talk about the flipside, and when we're there together, we sometimes "invite" folks to come and chat with us "if they're available."  It's a strange set up - we have a small knit group of folks we normally speak with, and our class cheer leader is Luana Anders, my pal who passed away some 20 years ago, who inspired this journey into the Flipside, and has been appearing to me and in my books since then.

She was very tight with Harry Dean Stanton.


Harry Dean Stanton "Everyone's favorite character actor"
How tight?  Well, I did not know this when she was on the planet, but a mutual friend told me about a trip he took with Luana and Harry Dean up to the Monterey Pop festival in 1967.  The film played at the Aero theater in Santa Monica recently, and I went to see it just to experience what they'd experienced - but I don't recall mentioning any of that to Jennifer.  Either way, as I'm about to report; she wasn't aware of it.

So yesterday we asked Luana to stop by.  I said "Lu, our mutual friend Harry passed away recently, I wondered if we might chat with him?"

Jennifer said "He's sitting next to her."


Harry with a close pal.
Now, allow me to pause for a moment - I know how weird this sounds.  But I can tell you that I've verified many of our sessions.  I've heard things from Luana (and others - I've filmed about 30) that I did not know (so it can't be cryptomnesia, something I read, Jennifer read, heard or was told me) but later proved to be true. (It happens in "Hacking the Afterlife" with Jennifer.)

This has happened numerous times, and the details she gives me are verifiable.  They're usually private - so I don't normally talk about this kind of thing in public.  (If Harry had children or a family, I'd share it with them privately. I've shared many details from our sessions with family members, but in this case Harry was a solo trapeze artist.)


I knew and got to hang out with Harry over the years as well.  

We jammed at a party one night - playing guitars, him crooning his Spanish repertoire - Harry knew them all.  We also spent a night drinking at Dan Tana's with Dabney Coleman at their booth. I mentioned seeing Harry at Dan Tana's to Jennifer, and Harry said "Until four a.m." (which was accurate.) We drank until the wee hours, smoking cigarettes outside; Harry was always friendly to me because of the Luana connection - but he firmly did not believe in an afterlife.  He spoke of that disbelief often.

He was kind of famous for talking about it - this was the only path and journey, and after that, nothing. (As the director of his most recent film Lucky points out: "He was deeply spiritual person who was 100% certain that there was no God and there was only a void and we were all going to disappear into nothing and no one was in charge," Lynch says. "He was deeply committed to that worldview.")

His film "Lucky" goes into it in detail, although I haven't seen it yet, I'm sure he gets a lick or two in there about this being the only go-round on the merry-go-round.

That is, until I spoke to him yesterday. On the Flipside.


HDS - Entertainment Weekly
Jennifer did not know who he was, did not know who I was referring to, and I carefully avoided saying his full name or credits or how they knew each other.  But I suspected that it might have been "unusual" or "difficult" for Harry to accept the fact that there IS an afterlife, and it would likely have given him some pause.

It did.

(I filmed this event, it will be a chapter in my next book, but in essence this is how Luana and Harry described the process via Jennifer.)
Luana Anders in the 1960's.About a week prior to his passing, Harry said, Luana started appearing at his bedside.  He said she was wearing her hippie outfit - specifically the one that she was wearing when they drove up to Monterey in 1967.  

Harry said "I thought I was hallucinating."  He said that he recognized her, but assumed it was a trick of the brain to have her appear in this memory.



I asked Luana what happened next.  

She helped him remember the drive to Monterey.  (Jennifer at first said "Santa Barbara" and I said "I think it was further north.")  Upon crossing over, Harry saw himself in this car, driving up to Monterey.  He "assumed it was a dream."  

There was a third friend in the car as well. Let's call him "Fred."  (I reached out to "Fred" yesterday as Harry had a message for him, and answered some questions raised here) 

Harry said "I thought this is what happens when people die - they go to a happy memory, like a dream, and then they're in that dream forever in kind of a loop."  The idea that a dream or memory would just play out over and over when someone was no longer on the planet.

Then, he said, they had a flat tire.

And as they were fixing the flat tire, Harry said he "realized this was not something that had happened" - that they did not have a flat tire on this trip .  

So he looked at his friend "Fred" and said "We didn't have a flat tire." And "Fred" said "I know."

It was at this moment he realized he wasn't in a dream - but "in the afterlife."  Harry chuckled as he said (through Jennifer) "Luana gave me a soft landing by doing that."

I said "I'm in touch with the other friend in the car - "Fred" - he's still on the planet, just to be clear, when you were speaking to him while fixing the flat tire..." Harry interrupted "I was talking to his higher self."  (It's a term I often use to describe the energy that is always "back home" in the afterlife.) 

(According to the thousands of cases done by Michael Newton of people under deep hypnosis (7000 over 30 years, as detailed in "Flipside") people claim we bring about a third of our energy here, and the rest is "always back there.")  

So when Harry saw his pal "Fred" helping him with the tire, he realized he was talking to the "higher self" version of his friend.

He added "And the higher self version is much less uptight than he is down on the planet."  

Jennifer didn't know that - could not know that - but I know that.  This "Fred" fellow is famously taciturn, doesn't speak unless questioned, he's described by all who know and love him as a "doesn't speak until spoken to" kind of guy.  So for Harry (through Jennifer) to describe him that way was precisely as I know him.  And it made me laugh.

He said ""Fred" is heartbroken, you need to let him know I'm okay."

I said "What have you been doing since you arrived back there?"  He said "Seeing friends. Thousands of friends.  You can tell my ex that I saw our child who passed away."  I said "Who is that?"  He said "Look it up - we had a child in 1962 (Jennifer said "the date 1962 comes to mind" - so don't know if it happened then, or she was born in 1962, or some other connection to that date) and that child passed away.  Let her know that I'm with that child."  

I said "Harry, I have no way to access her."  He said "Google it."  

So I will.  (People don't lose their syntax or personality when they get to the flipside.  They're not gone. They're just not here .)

I asked "Is there anything you want me to share with people, your friends, fans, or just anyone?" He said:

"Tell them there is an afterlife.  Tell them to believe in an afterlife."

I laughed.  I said "Harry you were famous for claiming there isn't one. Who is going to believe me when I say "Harry Dean said "You should believe in the afterlife?"

He said "My point is that you spend so much time worrying about whether there is one or not, if you just open yourself up to the possibility, then you won't spend so much time, like I did, on that hamster wheel worrying about whether there is one or not."

I said "So how did you come to believe there wasn't one?"

He said "Too many of my friends died. That was painful. It was a way that I could wall off the pain. Just easier to believe it didn't exist."

I thanked him for the point.  "Believe in the afterlife" - not because there is or isn't one - but the act of opening yourself up to the possibility there might be one, takes the onus and pressure off the wasted energy worrying about it. (to paraphrase Harry.)


Old pals, Jack and HDS (and Luana)(I didn't mention Harry's other friends, that we eventually spoke of, as I didn't want to inject bias into my questions to Jennifer about Harry.  But later, he had some wry comments about Marlon and Jack which I'll include in the chapter.) 

I will be transcribing the session verbatim.  It was thrilling for me since Jennifer didn't know anything about this trip.  I didn't know anything about the trip either until a few months ago, when the third fellow in the car told me about it.

I said "Harry, show Jennifer where you were going in Monterey.  What did you guys do up there?'

She said "He's showing me big screens and people sitting around.  Luana said it was a 'free love' event. (We had not discussed a year or time when this event happened.)  I said "What's happening on the screens, what are people doing?"  Jennifer said "It's like a concert of some kind, listening to music."  I said "Harry, show her who is performing at this concert."  Jennifer looked into the deep distance and said... "Prince?"  


Did not play Monterey.


I chuckled.  I said, "Okay, you can see a guy playing a guitar who could be Prince. Look more carefully. Is that Prince?"  



After a long pause she said "Is it Jimi Hendrix?"  

A chill came over me as she said it.  This of course, was the famous concert where Jimi lit his guitar and the world on fire.  I spoke to the third person in the car yesterday and he confirmed that they did see Hendrix, and no, they did not have a flat tire that he could remember. Jennifer said she saw Harry and Luana smoking pot together, getting high, but this third fellow said he's never touched the herb, but couldn't rule out they may have been getting stoned.


Did play at Monterey
At some point, my friend Bill Paxton showed up in this discussion.  (Bill was an old friend, he's shown up a whole bunch of times, including when I'm interviewing other mediums, and his visits will be included in the next book).  Bill did a number of "we're not worthy" bows towards Harry, as he was and remains a big fan.  


Harry Dean and Billy P. in "Big Love."
But then, Bill knew both Luana and Harry, so it's not out of the ordinary that the three of them would be hanging out.  Bill joked "Harry's the new guy here, so Harry's gotta sit at the end of the row in this crew." (I'm paraphrasing, but in typical Bill fashion, made light of what we were doing.)  Harry also made a number of jokes, bad puns, and when I have the time to transcribe, will share them as well.
Bill Paxton directing
If you've never come across my page, welcome.  And a warning:

I am reporting what I filmed verbatim.  Jennifer works with law enforcement agencies nationwide on missing person cases. We've filmed other sessions where she's told me things about friends of mine (information from them on the other side to their loved ones over here) that turned out to be accurate, true, and not what I (or Jennifer) knew or could know. Verifiable details.

I've been cataloging what people say about the afterlife for about a decade now - I've examined the work of Michael Newton (7000 cases over 30 years), Dr. Helen Wambach (2000 cases a decade earlier), and filmed over 40 between life sessions.  (I've done 5 myself, four with Scott De Tamble (lightbetweenlives.com)  

I've interviewed scientists about consciousness and near death events, and have had a number of near death experiencers do between life sessions to gather further information.  I have worked with a number of mediums, including Jennifer, to access "new information" from people no longer on the planet. 

All of this is cataloged in my books "Flipside" "It's a Wonderful Afterlife" volume one and volume two and "Hacking the Afterlife."  I'm currently crowd funding my next book "The Afterlife Expert."

I offer this information merely as a reporter (I'm a filmmaker, have written and/or directed eight theatrical feature films, some documentaries, and been a journalist for a number of magazines).  

I'm not trying to alter, adjust, change anyone's beliefs, or reroute their journey or path in any way.  I've found that the people who are drawn to this research come because of some reason only they know.  It may be part of their path or journey, or they're trying to understand someone else's path or journey. This research is not for everyone, nor should it be.  Not everyone needs to know "what happens at the end of the novel" and it's infinitely more fun to not know the ending to the play when you're in the play.  But for whatever reason, it's been my passion for the past decade.

 Harry Dean was a friend, and remains one to this day.  While he had many more famous friends than me, our mutual pal Luana, one of his nearest and dearest friends was there to greet him on the flipside (along with others) and she orchestrated this session between me, Harry and Jennifer.  I know what it's like to hear and see Luana (and have visited her a number of times "over there" and the information is consistent and revelatory) know what its like to see her "over there" (appears younger than when I met her, but the same persona, sense of humor and deep insight.)



God rest ye merry gentlemen.  

It took me a few minutes after he said this outrageous thing "just believe in the afterlife" -- but now I feel I understand what Harry is saying: 

"Just allow that there might be an afterlife.  Even if you don't believe it, open yourself up to the possibility that it might be true." As if allowing ourselves to be "open to other possibilities" helps us navigate life on the planet. As if allowing that there's more to this journey than we can comprehend takes some of the stress out of experiencing it.  Good point Harry.  Thank you.

And finally, I'll end with a Harry quote from when he was still on the planet: "Heisenberg, Max Plank and Einstein, they all agreed that science could not solve the mystery of the universe." Harry Dean Stanton

The Flipside of 9-11

Well, it's that time of year again.  Where we remember where we were, what we were doing, the emotions we felt on 9/11.


My 1st trip to NYC in 1959. A few years prior.As for me, I was teaching in Maine, I drove through an epic lightning storm to hang with some friend's at Harry Cipriani's Downtown - film director Phillip Noyce and artist Peter Tunney. Crashed at Pete's near Canal Street; dawn brought clear blue autumn skies. 

I planned to stop at H and H for a couple bags of bagels my film students, but somehow I missed the turn off the Westwide Highway.

First indication something was amiss that day; the gas station in CT had a crowd around a TV because "some plane had hit the WTC." 

I called my then girlfriend Sherry in LA and told her to turn on the tv; I just "neglected" to mention had just been blocks away. 

I spent the rest of the drive listening to the towers fall on the radio.   It was eerie to hear it instead of see it - somewhere near Camden I pulled off to watch it on tv at a hotel.  I sat by myself in a chair and sobbed. "Oh... the humanity."

A week later wife Sherry made the trip to ground zero - she wanted, needed to see it - but I passed on that visit; it took me over a year to return...  just too painful for me emotionally to make that journey.


Another kind of journey in Central ParkSince then I've spoken to many people who claim to have spoken to people on the flipside that describe these events from a spiritual perspective, not "them versus us" - but in terms of what's "meant to be" - and that's what I'm writing about here. 



I know a child who when looking at a photograph of the twin towers said "I was there."  Her mother, knowing that her daughter had never been to Manhattan, said "When?"  

She said "I was there with my brother, and there was a giant fire, and we were helping all the people come out, and there was paper everywhere; it came down like snowflakes."

Neither she nor her brother had been born prior to this event, and this kid's parents avoided all mention of 9/11 as their kids were growing up, avoiding having to explain that particular tragedy.

Their daughter described the event as if she was there.  "My brother and I were helping people out."Her brother was an infant when she told this story. But she told it as if it was just something she felt she needed to share.

I know a fellow who was in mid meditation in a forest in New Jersey when the towers came down - he was out in the woods meditating when he suddenly saw rows and rows of people floating by. As if they were departing from that scene.

He was profoundly moved when he learned later that the tragedy had occurred.

In Michael Newton's book, ("Destiny of Souls") he makes reference to a between life session where a client recalled seeing a "room full of people" who had been summoned to discuss an event that was about to occur. It was an "emergency event" and people were being asked to either participate in it, or not.  

The man claimed that he heard some people being offered incentives - like "if you can suffer through this event, we'll make sure to make it up to you in the next life." People either volunteered to be part of this lesson, or in some cases apparently did not. 

Michael Newton did not clarify what the event was, when it occurred; but as I read it, the description made me think of those who participated in 9/11. 

 If you consider for a moment that no one dies in these events - indeed, they're gone from this plain, they're no longer physically available to their families or loved ones - that's stressful.  No mitigating pain of the loss of a loved one.


In between the towers being down and the Freedom going up.But when you think of the lessons in love, the advancement they might have by participating in a profound lesson like this - you can see how some folks are willing to offer up the rest of their life in order to teach or learn lessons in love.

I know that's hard to wrap our minds around on a day where we "remember" those who've gone before us. 

But it's no different than going to a funeral, going to a cemetery, honoring our loved ones who've gone before us, no matter their method of crossing over.  We honor them by talking about them, by remembering them, by thinking of them, by talking to or about them.  


Robin Williams and Radioman in Manhattan (Getty)It's the best way to memorialize anyone.  Talk about them.  Think about them. (or in Robin's case, post pix of them - I was looking for another photograph, and when this popped up, it was as if he was saying "post this one! It's me! I'm in Manhattan too!") Say kind words about them, say sarcastic things about them - bring them back to life.  Honor them by talking about their accomplishments, their path, their journey. 

They're not gone. They're just not here.

And they can hear you .  It's just not that easy to have a two way communication with them, but it's worth trying. 


Oh look. Manhattan... with palm trees. (Vegas)And try to have a little perspective on a day like today.

In my life, the events of 9/11 led to an entirely different set of circumstances, directly responsible for my going on adventures and meeting people whom I admire, consider friends, who are in the vanguard of the fight against what caused these events. So from a different perspective, this day 16 years ago led to other vistas, different venues, and helped clarify paths for many. 

I know it inspired many to join the military, to fight for their country, to become active in defense of their beliefs and part of their journey.  I am reluctant to add that is true on "both sides" of the equation, but I add it because that's what's reported in the research. 

We sign up for a lifetime knowing pretty well what we want to learn or teach or accomplish. And along the way we're called upon to do something selfless - give of ourselves, to save or help or learn from saving or helping someone else.  It's the essence of who we are as humans.  And once you begin to realize that we are all souls who choose our lifetimes, then the actions of some can only be seen in light of a bigger picture.  
Again, I'm not arguing this, or trying to force anyone to change their opinion or belief system.  I am reporting what people say about the flipside - consistently - whether they've done a session under deep hypnosis, or had a near death event and been able to examine it under hypnosis, or whether they've had access to the flipside in some other manner.  They consistently say these things about it.  

We learn from our errors, we learn from our mistakes, we learn from having the courage to come to this stage and perform difficult journeys.  That's consistent in all the reports.

So when remembering a day like today - remember those who gave of themselves to save others, those who risked everything to help others, those who went out of their way to help others.  

And think for a moment (if it's possible) to consider the choices of those who sacrificed their lives to hurt others, to make life difficult for others - I can't imagine why anyone would make that kind of choice, I can't offer any logic or answer that would give solace or understanding why anyone would choose to play a perpetrator than a victim... but I can report that people claim that some do "offer" to play the role of perpetrator because there's some reason for it. ("They needed to learn a lesson in negativity." "They will be a victim in a future life at the hands of the people they hurt." etc) And perhaps one day that information will become apparent.

In my case, I can only choose to honor those I know and love who've gone before me, and I choose to honor or talk about those who've sacrificed themselves to help others. For me it's the essence of why we're on the planet.  Unconditional love.

So when someone says "Never Forget" - it applies to everyone who has ever been in our path... don't forget them, their voice, their actions or their love - which is all that remains. 


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