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Carl Jung and the Paranormal, Part 5: The Cottage

This post is one of a 12-part series on the paranormal experiences of Carl Jung, the founder of Analytic Psychology.

For the initial posting that began this series, click here.

In the summer of 1920, Jung was invited to give a long series of lectures in London. To give these talks though, he had to find a place to stay. A friend finally located a lovely little cottage for an unusually cheap price and rented it for him.

During the time Jung lived at the cottage, the friend who found it for him occasionally visited overnight, as did others. Evidently, everyone enjoyed being there but Jung.

At the end of his first week of giving lectures, Jung went to bed around 11 PM. Tired but not actually very sleepy, he just lay there in bed. Seconds later, he found he wasn’t able to move. Not only that but the room seemed stuffy and some sort of bad smell filled the air.

Finally willing himself to get up, he lit a candle. Immediately the smell went away but he only slept after dawn broke.

That next night, the same things happened as before, while other people were staying with him —stuffiness in the room, hard for him to move and the bad smell. Added to all that, however, was a constant dripping sound—one drip every two seconds, according to Jung. He thought the roof must be leaking.

Again, willing himself to get out of bed, he lit a candle and searched for the leak. The dripping sound continued as he looked around.

The ceiling showed nothing so he followed the sound of the drips. When he located the exact spot where the noise came from on the floor, the sound stopped. The thing is, there was no water anywhere. That next morning he asked his guests if they slept well and they all said they had.

Unhappily for Jung, all the above phenomena happened the following night with more added. This time there were loud noises, like rustling, creaking and knocking. He also had the distinct sensation that a dog was running around his room. The poor man was only able to sleep at dawn when all the commotion came to a complete stop. Apparently, no one else in the house heard, smelled or felt any of this.

Very frustrated, Jung eventually spoke to one of the maids. He noticed that after serving dinner in the evening, they scurried out of the cottage very quickly and went home. When he asked them about their behavior, they said the place was haunted and they didn’t want to be there after dark. Evidently, everyone in the neighborhood knew this. That’s why the rent was so cheap, they told him.

Armed with this information, Jung shared it with the friend who rented the house for him. The friend only laughed.

Poor Jung. All of the phenomena continued and one night he turned over in bed to find himself looking at the partial face of an old woman lying next to him. That did it. He leaped out of bed and spent the rest of the night in a chair. After that, he moved to another room where he wasn’t bothered at all.

When he told his friend about moving, the friend laughed at him again. That caused Jung to challenge this man to stay in his, Jung’s, room overnight when no one else would be in the cottage. His friend agreed but decided that if there were ghosts, they could be anywhere in the house. So instead of sleeping where  Jung had, he stayed in the cottage’s main room. Interestingly enough, he brought a shotgun with him.

The friend set himself up as if camping and just as he was falling asleep, he heard something. It sounded like footsteps in a nearby hallway. Taking a candle with him, he looked but saw nothing. That made him so uncomfortable that he closed the door leading to that hallway.  But there was no key. Since he couldn’t lock the door, he shoved a chair up against it. That gives you a good look at the man’s state of mind. No doubt he kept his shotgun nearby. How he intended to use it on ghosts is unclear.

Just as he settled back down for the night, Jung’s friend once again heard footsteps in the hallway. This time they stopped just on the other side of the door. Seconds later, the chair he had put up against that door creaked as if someone were pushing it. Immediately, he jumped up, grabbed his camping equipment and spent the rest of the night in the garden where he slept undisturbed. Later when he spoke to Jung, he told him he would never stay another night in the cottage.

For other postings about Carl Jung’s supernatural journeys, go to the blog category titled, “Paranormal and Carl Jung.”

Things That Go Bump in the Night: A Paranormal Conversation

Coming up! I’ll be giving a presentation on the paranormal in the Orlando area. Yup, if you’re  interested in the spooky and the supernatural come join us. Love to have you be part of the discussion. I’ll be bringing copies of my books, An Explosion of Being and Sliding Beneath the Surface.

Here are the event details:

Where:  The Orlando Public Library, 101 East Central Blvd.  When: Saturday October 27, 2012 from 11:30 AM to 12:30 PM

The topic expanded just a bit: “The paranormal as a part of life, death and human imagination.”

Click here for information on the library and its location.

 

The Elegant Universe: Superstrings, Hidden Dimensions, and the Quest for Ultimate Theory

A Book Review

Author – Brian Greene

Lives in New York City
He was a Rhodes Scholar at Oxford
Professor of physics and mathematics at Columbia University

Vintage Books, Random House    447 p.

In this book, Briane Greene brings the physical world, in all its micro and macro intricacies, to life. He clearly and enthusiastically presents quantum physics, the fabric of space, string theory and multiple dimensions in a way that makes sense.  He uses excellent examples to explain certain points and graphics that are very helpful indeed.

Using chapters with titles like, “Of Warps and Ripples”, “The Smoking Gun: Experimental Signatures”, and “Tearing the Fabric of Space”, Greene is able to coax the reader into taking this journey with him. In the process, the reader is both educated and entertained.

In addition to this book’s ease of accessibility for the average person, it contains excellent end notes, a good glossary of scientific terms, references and suggestions for further reading, and a detailed index.

Click here to find this book online.

Music and Books in Old-time Florida

Music and books. What a great combination. How delightful to be doing a book signing during  a wonderful music festival in Central Florida. Come join the fun and say hi!

It’s the Winter Garden Music Fest and I’ll be there with my fiction and nonfiction books on the paranormal, Sliding Beneath the Surface and An Explosion of Being. My participation is at the invitation of Here Be Dragons Bookshoppe. Details as follows:

Day:  Saturday, October 6, 2012   Time: 3:00 PM until 11:00 PM

Location: 125 W. Plant St., Winter Garden, Florida 34787 (About 10 miles west of Orlando & near main highways)

You’ll be able to find me ether in Here Be Dragons or possibly under a tent set up by those those good folks in the town plaza right outside the bookstore.

If you haven’t been to Winter Garden, you’ll love the place. It’s a wonderful little community with a rich history and where something good is always happening.

Click here to the more about the entire music fest.

Click here to learn more about Winter Garden.

Here be Dragons Bookshoppe is the kind of independent bookstore that is an endangered species and I’m honored to have my books on their shelves. To see a recent blog post I wrote about this place, click here. To see their website, click here.

 

An Old-time Independent Bookstore: Here Be Dragons

Do you love bookstores? Do you enjoy finding one that’s not part of chain, one where you’re invited in as if you were a family member? Well have I got one for you.

Yup, today I walked into Here Be Dragons Bookshoppe nestled in downtown Winter Garden, Florida, about ten miles west of Orlando. If you live in Central Florida, or visit one of our many tourist attractions, be sure to see this delightful little community and its wonderful bookstore. They’re very close to many key regional highways so you will have no trouble finding the place.

Owned and run by by Paula and Michael Thompson, Here Be Dragons Bookshoppe offers visitors over 20,000 like new, pre-owned and collectible books. Not only that, they also have a large selection of new books by local authors right in front of the store. Then when the city of Winter Garden holds one of its many great cultural events during the year, Paula is right there at her tent in the old-fashioned town square selling books along with local authors she invites to join her.

You guessed it, my books will now be available there and I’ll be doing book signings on occasion.

I’m telling you, just entering that store and being so warmly greeted by Paula really made my day. It’s the kind of place where you really feel at home. Hope to see you there someday. Oh, and they have a resident ghost but that’s a story for another time.

Here’s some key information for you:

Address: 125 W. Plant Street, Winter Garden, FL 34787  Phone: 407-877-2665  Email: herebedragons@yahoo.com

Click here for the website.

For the Winter Garden calendar of events, click here.

The Case for God – A Book Review

Author – Karen Armstrong

A London-based writer and former nun
Book has been translated into 45 languages
Armstrong has addressed the U.S. Congress and served as an Ambassador for the UN Alliance of Civilizations
Armstrong is a proponent of the Charter for Compassion created by everyday citizens and religious leaders across the world

Alfred A. Knopf, 406 p.

Karen Armstrong is a most articulate author, thoughtful, insightful and precise. In this book, she presents an excellent study on the development of theistic religions and the faith they inspire. Her thesis seems to be that modern religions have gotten away from some of their original core, mystical concepts. In the process, hardcore atheists have unfairly attacked those religions.

Armstrong seems to be trying to burnish the image of God and pull it out of the inaccurate descriptions as made by modern religions. She attempts to cast God in more ill-defined terms, as well she should, but it is unclear if she has helped her theistic leaning with people other than the more studious, intellectual types. The average person seems to want much more concrete and simplified versions of God.

The book is very well written and documented. Armstrong provides excellent end notes, a very nice selected bibliography and very usable index.

Click here to find this book online.

For a review of another book on God, click here.

Paranormal Experiences: The Explosion Story

The paranormal event described here comes from  An Explosion of Being, the book my wife Barbara and I wrote a number of years ago. It appeared in the chapter titled, “Startling Dream Events,” and is  taken directly from my dream journal:

 

Monday, 2:45 AM

What an incredible experience! For the past half hour or more, I’ve been undergoing a very vivid semi-dream state. It began at some point when I awoke, lying on my side, facing Barb.

I had been awakened by what I heard and felt to be a tremendous explosion. It was as if something had actually detonated over the house, like a huge firework. “As I lay there, everything was agonizingly quiet. Barb was still sleeping peacefully. No lightning. No fire. No retreating thunder. No children running to us in fear. No neighbors clamoring outside in amazement.

Lying there with a distinctly physical feeling that indeed something had blown up, I began to wonder if I was the only one who had heard it. Impossible! Finally convincing myself that it must have been a dream, I turned over and went back to sleep. Dreams floated over me:

An old friend and I were looking at a car that needed painting. Someone patted the car in question, and we agreed on when it was to be delivered. With my hand on the friend’s shoulder, we left through a darkened hallway. How mundane it seemed.

At this point, I awakened again. I could have sworn that a bug was crawling on me as consciousness returned. Groggily, I pushed the covers aside. One leg was pulled up as I lay on my side, but somehow, I just didn’t have the energy to move any further. The arm that pushed the covers aside lay across my leg in what normally would have been a most uncomfortable position. But, my body felt heavy, tired and very relaxed. In contrast, my mind was highly alert.

Realization then struck that no bug was crawling on me, and there actually had been no explosion in the physical sense. Suddenly, my left ear began to ring furiously, and I understood without knowing how that all of these things were psychic impressions made into physical constructs to capture my attention.

Recognizing the goodness of what was occurring; I closed my eyes and began what seemed like a totally natural, but never before experienced, inward journey.

Early in this state, an impression came over me that what I was to experience might be likened to a very controlled and safe LSD trip. What was so scary and dangerous for the LSD user was not to be scary or dangerous for me, because I understood what was happening, and I was in total control.

Most of the perception, visually, during those moments, did not consist of sight in the usual sense; concepts, feelings and impressions were mixed with words and sights in an initially tangled jumble. Feelings and views abounded but not in the usual physical sense. The ‘scenes’ consisted of great flowing and pulsating patterns as well as colorful granular structures, much more massive and alive than anything I had ever experienced before.

I seemed to feel these things as much as see them. In effect, I became part of them. I was even consciously able to flow into and around my ‘visions,’ enter them at will, and perceive them  from different angles. This depth of view/feelings, at times, was overwhelming.

All of these events were completely conscious. As they were occurring, I was thoroughly aware of what normally was a very awkward physical position in bed. I knew that my body was safe. At one point, Barb even turned toward me in the midst of my experience.

Again, the thoughts came to me that this experience was under my control. It was to be a learning event and one that would continue for extended periods of time. It was impressed upon me, in a very clear manner that this type of thing would happen on many nights, for many, many years, perhaps for the rest of my life.

Seemingly apart from my consciousness, the statement flooded my being with the words, “Now it begins.” Slowly, I started to realize that the ‘explosion’ heard just minutes before had actually occurred inside of me. It was some sort of ‘explosion of being.’ Somehow, this all related to our psychic work, the Writings, etc.

At that point, I conceived my own being to be in “explosive interaction.” That original burst of sound and feeling, in essence, became me, and I, it. Unbelievably, I then literally felt myself become a brilliant, expanding firework. Fully, I could sense every particle of my being gloriously and joyously explode and enlarge, sending pieces of myself into every part of existence. I could feel it! I could feel myself, not as a distinct being, a body, or a separate entity, but, instead, I was existing happily as multitudinous amounts of bursting consciousness.

The sensation was so unlike life as we think of it. How incredible to simultaneously feel myself in multiple, separate, expanding showers of my own being. I thought that perhaps this was how God felt when He showered himself to create the reality that we know. It was then that I had a distinct need to find what Barb and I called, our “psychic house.” This was a place we had constructed mentally—a place of refuge on a beautiful river where all things fit together and made sense. In that house we placed a huge floor to ceiling tropical fish tank.

I had to see the flow of that infinite fish tank. I also had to see my deceased grandmother, but why, I couldn’t say. Instantly, I stood within the house, awed by its absolutely sparkling clarity. In front of me, the beautiful fish tank bubbled, percolating its way upward. My grandmother stood in front of the tank, but her image was blurred, in contrast to everything around her. Gradually, the image began to come into focus, and as I had seen in the hospital the night of her death, my grandmother again was a beautiful little girl, looking into the brilliance of the tank.

Turning slowly, she looked at me and smiled. Then the changes began. In a blinding series of flashes, her face changed into other faces at an incredible speed. Some of those faces I seemed to recognize, but many, I did not. It wasn’t a fearful experience in any way. Somehow it seemed to be a very natural event. Once again, as a beautiful child, my grandmother returned her gaze to the fish tank.

But as the movement was completed, her head became what I had seen earlier; swirling, pulsating patterns of granular colors of incredible depth. It was as if all of the physical that we know blended into what was the true essence of her being.

The sight filled me with warmth, recognition and thankfulness that consciously I was beginning to understand. “In one sweeping motion, both the child and I then flowed into the radiance of the fish tank. Immediately, I merged with the swells and bubbles, expanding ever upward. Again, as in my “self-explosion as a firework” experience, I became the joyous, separate existences of this bubbling material.

Part of my being was thrusting constantly upward and outward, and yet, I could look down and “feel” the parts of myself that were being “recreated” at the bottom. Gradually, my focus turned from the fish tank to my own body lying in bed beside Barb. The strange thing was that part of my consciousness had never left. During all of the perceptions and events in the “psychic house,” I could feel that part of me still in bed. When the fullness of my consciousness returned, I focused on Barb. Somehow, I thought that she might join me in my experiences.

In less than a second, she physically moved closer to me. Pulling the covers around her, she mumbled some indistinguishable words and stayed asleep. Had I contacted her? Within the asking of that question, I was seeing back into that “other reality.” Flowing towards me with pulsations of its beautiful, granular form, was one of my “living” molecular structures.

Familiarity and love caused my physical body to smile, for I knew this being was Barb’s spiritual essence. She was with me in the totality of the experience. Physically smiling again, I focused on my body, realizing for the first time how absolutely in control I was. I knew that I could open my eyes, physically move and not disturb the “other reality.”

To test this, I decided to recognize finally the very awkward physical position I had been in for some time. “Decided?” Evidently, it was up to me to feel or not feel. How strange! As my eyes opened, everything in the dullness of the late night gloom was perfectly normal. I turned over and stretched. Stiff and chilly, I pulled the covers around my chin. The next decision was to return to the “other reality.” Instantly, it was done. Again, the flowing, throbbing structures bubbled with their granular intricacies.

Watching those forms somehow made me think of out-of-body experiences and within the thought came the flash of understanding: “Out-of-body experiences are nothing more than pulling the physical inside-out.” What? The concept made obvious sense to a deeper part of me, but the calculating logic of my surface consciousness wondered how I could comprehend such an obscure bunch of words.

As if to clarify the concept, another thought pierced the confusion: “The spiritual is simply the underside of the physical. The two are actually interchangeable.” I realized at that point, I had always known this but the depth of knowledge had previously been far beyond what my conscious mind could accept.

Then words seemingly apart from me said, “This is not the time to sense what is considered by many to be an out-of-body experience. These occurrences are definitely valid but not for you, Doug, right now. Out-of-body experiences are childlike and linked directly to the physical world and to physical understanding. You know better! It is your responsibility to work on a comprehension of the true underside of the physical being that you now have seen as a flowing, pulsating substance. Out-of-body experiences are merely an in-between state, or a playtime, compared to the truer reality you are sensing.”

I opened my eyes again. My body was rigid but under control. Could I sleep? Should I continue with the experience? No, I had to write it all down, capture as much as possible before it was forgotten. It’s still clear as a bell. Why do I feel it’s so vital to write this down in such detail?

It’s now 4:11 A.M. I’ve been writing and thinking for quite a while now. When I got up, I had to look outside to see if it was cloudy. The physical sensation of that original rousing explosion still tingled in my being. Maybe a distant flash of lightning would indicate a recently passed storm. Perhaps that could explain the explosion.

Photo courtesy of NASA

I smiled at my need to try and explain the recent event in physically acceptable terms. Bright moonlight drenched everything except the ink black shadows of the trees as I stepped onto the back porch. Dark sky speckled with glinting intense. Seeing nothing of particular interest, I went back to bed. The next night in a channeling session with Barb, I asked what had happened to me during that weird experience. Here’s the answer:

“As your perceptions accelerate, your wisdom will flourish easily with comfort. Ascertain the various lessons that resulted in this chapter of your life. It was actually a penetration into a deeper state of being for operative powers to be withheld, but observed.

“Your nature must also observe creative abilities within the spiritual levels. The accent of the explosive scenes was intended to behold actual vibratory states that you are fully responsive to.

“Finalizing your crystallized thoughts, you were able to perceive the underside of every vibration that encircled your wisdom of many past lives. As a guide from other areas of time, you are now more peaceful within yourself but be pleasured in knowing that through these experiences you will start to relive other adjustments that have been made here before.

“Isolation will not always recreate this portion for you. However, a part of other existences will come into your lives and slowly respond to your demands. Become increasingly aware of these pasts and act upon them. While opening an image of yourself, Doug, you were acting as the spark within each creative being; your own challenge, therefore, being answered from within yourself. The reality of which you spoke was an actuality. This was then placed before you again, to help you relive the actual experiences that area commonality on this plane.”

The “explosion of being” incident, as we now call it, was for me an extremely personal culmination of contact with an unseen existence. In a way, I still feel very much a part of that experience. It’s as if it were continuing somehow, laying foundations for further perceptions and merging with Barb’s trance communication to form a comprehensive pattern of understanding. For both of us, the “explosion of being” event has become so symbolic of our increasingly expanded awareness that no other title for this book could have been more appropriate.

Your Natural Paranormal Heritage: Part 14, A Word ABout Children

These are the initial helpful steps you can take right now if you wish to uncover your natural, paranormal birthright. Since you already have innate understandings, abilities, and connections in this arena, what you will read about here is nothing more than initial handholds leading you on a journey of self-rediscovery. In the end, YOU are your best teacher.

This information is adapted from the nonfiction book my wife Barbara and I wrote many years ago titled, An Explosion of Being: An American Family’s Journey into the Psychic. What you have here is just part of a series. The rest of the postings are located under the blog category titled, “Guidance”. Click here, however, if you would like to access ALL of the articles on this subject in one posting.

Hope you find this beneficial.

 

Children and the Paranormal

If you have children and wish to help them discover their own psychic/spiritual natures, these points are suggested only as a starter for whatever your own special approach will be:

Instruction is only as good as the knowledge and experience of the teacher. Seek the solidity of your own understandings before you try guiding your children very far.
Develop your communications skill with specific emphasis on listening. If a truly open and easy communication structure doesn’t really exist in your family, start building it now. Without it, you’re finished before you begin. Through effective communication, you build trust and through trust, you establish an atmosphere of sharing and a willingness to be taught.

Think of the old railroad crossing sign that says “Stop, Look, Listen.” In working with your children keep that sign foremost in your mind. As adults, we are often too busy with our own thoughts to really slow down enough, or to keep quiet long enough, to see what’s happening with our kids. It’s a standard adult affliction that we’ll probably never fully conquer, but the more of it we control, the more learning will take place.

Pace your efforts accordingly to the ages, needs and maturity of your children. Pushing too much, too soon, will only sabotage what you are trying to do. Think in terms of years and a slow, sporadic development.
Use your children’s experiences as they arise. Work with the dreams and visions of childhood as major departure points, encouraging your children to tell you all about the particular event. If the experience seems too negative or if there is an obvious reluctance to talk, back off.
Remember one thing. Your children will be teaching you during all the time you think you are teaching them.

 

Go to the blog category titled, “Guidance” for additional postings like this one.

Click here for the ALL of the steps to Your Natural Paranormal Heritage on one posting.

Click on our book, An Explosion of Being, to find it online.

 

 

Carl Jung and the Paranormal, Part 4: The Ghosts

This post is one of a 12-part series on the paranormal experiences of Carl Jung, the founder of Analytic Psychology.

For the initial posting that began this series, click here.

One day in 1916, Jung felt restless. He also had the strange feeling that unseen entities were in his house but he could discover no reason for that odd conclusion. Later in the day, one of his daughters claimed she saw an indistinct, white figure pass in front of her.

That night two of Jung’s other children had these frightening experiences:

Somehow, another of Jung’s daughters had her bed covers pulled off her. She hadn’t been told of her sisters ghostly sighting that afternoon.
Jung’s  nine-year-old son had a very bad dream about the devil.

The following day, both children told their parents about those experiences. But instead of talking about his dream, Jung’s son asked for crayons, which he rarely used. Using the crayons, he drew a picture of what he remembered which finally allowed him to explain it as follows:

 

He saw a man fishing near a river.
Somehow the man had the fishing rod attached to his head
Nearby, a chimney spouted flames and belched smoke
The man caught a fish
When he caught the fish, the devil came flying out of the woods
The devil swore at the man for stealing his fish
Then an angel appeared
The angel told the devil to leave the man alone because he only catches bad fish

At about 5 PM on that same day, the doorbell started ringing and ringing as if someone was very impatient. Jung could actually see the bell inside the house moving as well as hearing the noise.

Since it was a nice summer day and the windows were open, Jung poked his head out of one that was close to the front door. Immediately, the ringing stopped but there was no one at the door.

Jung then had a distinct feeling something else was going to happen and it did. To him, the air in his house felt thick and crowded, as if there were a great many people everywhere. Finally, ghostly images began speaking to him pressuring Jung to write. And write he did, for three straight evenings. He realized exactly what it was the ghostly visitors wanted him to produce. When he had completed his work, the barrage of paranormal events stopped.

What Jung wrote was something called, “The Seven Sermons of the Dead.” Eventually, he included it in his famous book titled, Memories, Dreams and Reflections.

For other postings about Carl Jung’s supernatural journeys, go to the blog category titled, “Paranormal and Carl Jung.”

For other postings about Carl Jung’s supernatural journeys, go to the blog category titled, “Paranormal and Carl Jung.”

Paranormal Communications: Probing the Future

This series of paranormal events appeared scattered throughout the book my wife Barbara and I wrote titled, An Explosion of Being. Throughout our multiple-year journey into the unknown, I kept getting messages from a trusted, psychic friend, Millie, and Ollie, an entity channeled by Barb.

These messages collectively said that I would be changing jobs, doing something very different and that I would become a writer. All those predictions, I thought at the time, were just plain silly. Much to my amazement, they all came true. I’ll quickly chronicle what actually happened, after you read these predictions:

 

From Millie, Friend and Psychic

“Doug, I see you changing jobs. You and Barbara will one day work as a team. I see you, Doug, doing something very enduring with Barbara’s help. Your financial condition will eventually improve, and I see you buying a new house. Doug, you will sell something.

“Doug, have you ever thought of being a writer? You will be a writer one day. You will write children’s books. You and Barbara will begin teaching the children, then the adults. Your psychic writings are a preparation for the writing of books.”

From Ollie, Channeled Entity, Message # 1

“You, Doug, are to be a facilitator in another world of communication, such that would not be accepted by many of your colleagues (in· the school system) now. You will not lose sight of what you wanted in your teaching career. It will be better as you are away from it. It will take a different form as you progress in your psychic training. Your field of teaching will not go unnoticed. You will be able to perform for others in a similar role. However, it will not be at a factory (school system) as it is now. You will respond to ideas, thoughts and manifestations of your mind. This will become more transparent as you get closer to the time of change in both of you.”

From Ollie, Channeled Entity, Message # 2

“Your book will become a most critical portion of communication between levels (of reality). This, you see, shall open all ways of becoming a more involved spiritual ideal.

“If you propose that we are able to welcome others, then be still and assure your readers that all has to be attained as a newness for future realities to become apparent. If, however, you see that your index of ideas has now a certain look of despair due to inadequate supplies, then don’t be afraid, as you will surely find avenues of thought which are yet unopened.

“Awaken your wisdom and knowledge. Know that you are becoming a spirit of wise choice for all to implicate us in a pattern which no one has surrounded with love before your committal of our world with yours.”

From Ollie, Channeled Entity, Message # 3

“Your purposes, Doug, will be revealed, therefore combining an interest within a soul’s searching process. This tabloid of adventure will begin as a mirror to your past. As I speak, there is a ‘cattleman’ who will rustle your thoughts into a corporate adventure for his own learning process.

“Your books will provide a suitable course for your return to this embodiment. Our sources are interested in the promoting of this lovely material.”

From Ollie, Channeled Entity, Message # 4

“Your publisher (of your books) has not yet received a purpose for his objective to merge with yours, but shall evolve with you as a particle in your purpose. Your airing of views will come as a surprise to your publisher, as he will wish to narrate the prominence of this book. Your pleasure will come as a part of his wisdom will flow into yours, thereby comforting any flaws. A publisher will respond to your request for more advice from his level. Be self-adjusting to this criticism and thankful that he is a polisher.”

From Ollie, Channeled Entity, Message # 5

“As you publish each of your books, your own needs will lessen. Be still and acquire much forethought of purpose. As a pastime of purpose, saturate your minds with this purpose of publication so as to fit others’ needs into your private lifestyle.

“Be conscientious, and your books will flourish publicly.”

From Ollie, Channeled Entity, Message # 6

“You will renounce your business efforts, Doug, after a period takes place whereby your own recognition of trials seems insurmountable.

“Your receptivity has enabled us to channel your truer natures, thus creating a fuller experience not only for your beings, but also for your readers to follow.”

From Ollie, Channeled Entity, Message # 7

“Be calm (Doug) and adjust to your loss (business) as a temporary one. Be self-adjusting, as a period will fly through this barrier quickly and softly. A temporary learning pain will therefore adjust itself to farther outcries for help of your own nature on different levels. Be courteous to yourself. Be quick to spew self-evidence into a way of being kind to you. As you love yourself, you will be furthered as a wise person who deplores any further negative constitution to hold down further spiritual attainment.”

When Millie first made her prediction, I was Director of Staff Development and Volunteer Services for Orange County Public Schools in Orlando. My career was going well. I had no intentions of making any changes and as to writing books? Ha! Me? No way.
But over time, a friend of mine (the cattleman mentioned by Ollie?), talked me into leaving the school system and going into business with him. That moved proved disastrous even though the predictions were correct. As a result, I went back into classroom teaching AND, lo and behold, Barb and I decided to write a book about our paranormal adventures. Self fulfilling prophecy? Who knows? But it ended well and I haven’t stopped writing books yet.