11:11, Heart and Soul, and a Mustang Convertible

This is one of those mind bending posts.

I won't go into all aspects of what happened, but I can only promise you that it did happen. And in the sequence it happened.

This past week we've been shopping for a used car for our daughter.  She settled on a particular brand, but not the year or the exact model. We tried hard tops, we tried soft tops, we tried different years.  We met some creepy sales people (they know who they are) and we met some amazing sales people.

But this isn't an ad for used car salesmen. It's about the flipside.

My wife was concerned about this car. It's a big deal, first car, etc.  It is the same first car (different year) that I owned, but I tried to not let my past influence our daughter's present.

Excuse me?

So the day came for purchasing the car. When I came downstairs my wife and son were playing "Heart and Soul" on the piano. An improv. Fun, he's a virtuoso at 15, so it was kind of thrilling.  Then daughter came to learn that we had an "interim" appointment with one more car dealer - a franchise to go unnamed, because she spotted the "bait and switch" as we arrived. "Oh, we can't sell you this car, someone is buying it... but we'll let you drive it. And if you really like it, I'll see what I can do..."

But I wanted her to see that new model, that new version that was supposed to be superior - it wasn't. And the idea that they would "kick a customer to the curb" was distasteful - if they do it to everyone, are we next?

Meanwhile, wife was home meditating on the outcome. She wanted to newer safer model, because well, it's safer. But she went into a version of meditation and called upon our friend Luana Anders to help with the decision.

She said at first it was hard to connect, so Luana put the idea of 11:11 into her mind - something that I've reported on here, how a couple of years ago Luana had used that as a way to describe "how we communicate with the afterlife."

I even wrote a song about it.

"ELEVEN ELEVEN"

But in this case, Luana reminded her "that's a way to strengthen the visual."  So my wife described feeling like "moving" but Luana was moving and my wife was moving at the same time - in two different realms. And at some point, "we met at the decimals" (the fence between this realm and her realm) and Luana said to her "Go."

As in "Tell me what you want to know?"

And my wife showed her the car options - a blue one, or a black one. And Luana responded with an image of herself in a black convertible, hair flying.

So even though my wife was hoping for the "blue, newer car" reply, she got the black convertible reply. (Older car, but nicer ride.) That's what Luana showed her.

What my wife did not know is that when I had asked Luana what she missed about being on the planet, if anything, she showed Jennifer Shaffer an image of herself riding in a convertible, hair flying around.  That the idea of "the wind in your hair" is a particularly hard thing to recreate on the flipside - so Jennifer said "She misses the wind in her hair."

Still from the short film "Paraclete"

What Jennifer didn't know is that I made a short film with Luana where she's driving around in a Mustang, the wind whipping her hair.  For Luana to provide Jennifer with that image from the flipside, something I made in 1979, here in 2021, is mind bending.

And then for my wife to say "I'm seeing Luana in a black convertible with her hair whipping around" is equally mind bending.

But it didn't stop there.  Luana had said "Go" and my wife explained to her what the issues were, and Luana showed her a convertible with her hair flying around... and then Charles Grodin, our dear friend showed up and said "On the other hand, it would be safer in a newer car" and showed her the blue car.

And Luana turned to him and said "No, I'm showing her the best choice for her daughter..." 

I asked her what Chuck looked like. She said "He was wearing a bow tie." 

Now - what are the odds of that?

There was one film where Chuck had a bowtie.  It was called "Hearts and Souls." Luana played his secretary in the film - one of her last roles. We drove up to San Francisco together so she could do the part for her pal Chuck. And in the film he wears a bowtie.

Now remember - this was all around the concept of 11:11 and how Luana had reminded her of the dream she had years ago where Luana told her "Imagine 11:11, we meet at the decimals."

And our daughter, when she got into the car she was about to own snapped a photo of the interior.

Notice the clock.

What's funny is that the clock of the car was not set - it had to be changed to the proper time. It was probably 2:30 when she took the photograph, but she took it as the clock went from 11:10 to 11:11.

The odds?

Well, there's the song played in the morning, the film directly related to it where Chuck wore a bowtie and Luana plays his secretary, there is the 11:11 reference that shows up twice, and the visual of Luana's hair flying in a convertible.

Luana praying in "The Last Detail"

Anyways - as you can see... one of those "okay, I get it" moments that I wanted to share. 

The true story behind Amazing Grace

In case you didn't know....







and for those who haven't heard it... the song inspired by a dream about 11:11.

A Star Wars fighter, 11:11 revised, Wilfred Owen and Anthony Bourdain

My thoughts on the ubiquitous 11:11 (revised).  

Gabriel before he blows his horn

As I've mentioned in "Backstage Pass to the Flipside: Talking to the Afterlife with Jennifer Shaffer" - my wife Sherry had a dream where she ran into my old friend Luana Anders.  

She asked "How can you be here? You died 20 years ago."  

Luana showed her a spaceship - a TIE fighter that Luana had seen in a toy store hours earlier.  If you look at a TIE fighter it looks like a physical interpretation of 11:11. 

Two sides with a place in the center to meet

Two identical sides with a place in the center to meet.

Sherry pointed this out to me yesterday.  That dream had another detail that I had missed. The TIE fighter. She didn't know what it was called.  But Luana essentially said "I took this to come here."

I thought Luana was joking "I took a space ship to get here."

But she was being SPECIFIC.

Then Sherry asked "How can that be?" And Luana replied "Think of 11:11. We meet at the decimals."

What does that mean?

I take it as this; in my research I've asked people on the flipside (sometimes through Jennifer Shaffer, sometimes while speaking to someone who is accessing the flipside without hypnosis) and they say "I have to slow my energy down" or "I have to adjust my frequency to yours" - and I also have heard "And you have to adjust your frequency to mine."

I just read this, this morning. A physical representation of 11:11. It came from a comment posted to a question I'd answered on the topic; a reply on Quora. 

"Eight-months after my first husband passed away, I had a wonderful dream about him. Back then I was a student of lucid dreaming, so I “awakened in the dream” quickly as I sat on our “dream” living room couch. I could see my husband materializing next to me on the couch, but then he began to disappear. It looked like he was being beamed in, ala Star Trek. Intuitively I knew I needed to raise my vibration in order to connect with him. I did a quick centering meditation in the dream state and was able to meet him in the middle-ground where I was vibrating faster and he, slower.

I asked him how he was, and he said, “Wonderful.” Then I asked if he’d heard all the things I’d said to him as he lay dying in the hospital - how much I loved him, etc, and he said, “Yes, but I didn’t die.” I felt confused and said, “But Michael, your ashes are in the urn in our armoire.” And he said, “I know. But I didn’t die.” And then I understood. Then I asked if it was alright with him that I’d started dating again, and he laughed a little and said, “Of course.” And then I woke feeling wonderful."

Got that? 11:11. Raise your vibration on your side to match theirs on the flipside. They have to lower theirs to match yours to communicate. (Like in a star trek transporter.  You have to match the frequency.)

It does not get any more specific than "I am still alive." Not "partially alive." Not "kind of alive" Not "let's define what that means if i don't have a body." THEY ARE NOT GONE. THEY ARE JUST NOT HERE. (Thanks for sharing Tamra)

From a previous post about Armistice Day:

Armistice Celebration (wikipedia)

11:11:18. At 11:11 a.m. the guns fell silent over the fallen dead 100 years ago. But 11:11 is also a metaphor for how we can resurrect those dead.

Think of the left 11 as a hallway for the flipside, the right 11 as a hallway here. As i was told by someone on the flipside: "We meet at the decimals." They have to slow down their frequency to chat (sense/talk/appear in dreams) and we need to speed up ours (meditate/hypnosis/talk via a medium).

We meet in the middle. You can ask questions. When you hear an answer before you can form the question you'll know you've made a connection.

There. I just blew a trumpet and brought back everyone who died a century ago. Up to you what to ask them or what you can learn from their journey. 

Some years ago Sherry had a dream she saw two WWI British soldiers in our living room. One said "you have a book with some of my poems." She heard a name. We looked up his name and Sherry recognized his photo; an English poet who died during the war. The man with him, his best friend who died as well. His name; Wilfred Owen.

Wilfred Owen

This is the WWI poet who stopped by our home one day a few years ago. Sherry saw him (and a friend) in a dream. He leaned down to look at my library of books and said something like "You have one of my poems." The next day Sherry mentioned this to me, as she had heard his name and saw his face. We looked him up and indeed, we did have one of his poems in a book of English Literature. (Reprinted below) On this VETERANS DAY I'm here to tell you that no one is dead. They are not here, but they are not gone. This is not unique, have been documenting this for ten years now. Not gone. Just not here.

WILFRED OWEN

When war was declared, Wilfred Owen was in France working as a private tutor. He returned to England and joined the Artists' Rifles in October 1915. He was subsequently commissioned into the Manchester Regiment and was sent to France in December 1916. In April 1917, after a traumatic period of action, he was diagnosed with what became known as shell-shock, and was sent back to Britain. While recovering in Craiglockhart War Hospital he met Siegfried Sassoon. There, with Sassoon's support, he found his poetic voice and wrote the famous poem, Anthem for Doomed Youth.

Owen returned to France in August 1918 and was awarded the Military Cross in October. He was killed in action on 4 November, just a few days before the Armistice. (Actor Daniel Day Lewis is the head of his society.)

 https://www.iwm.org.uk/history/9-poets-of-the-first-world-war

Anthem for Doomed Youth

BY WILFRED OWEN

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; 
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds." 

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47393/anthem-for-doomed-youth

(Interesting to note that Daniel Day Lewis is the head of the Wilfred Owen society.  Coinkydink? Perhaps.)

Today, a complete stranger asked me what his rabbi tried to tell him 50 years sgo. I asked him to recall the event. He said he could see him with his eyes closed. 

I asked what his hands felt like. "Soft. Comforting. Unconditional love." I asked if i could ask his rabbi a question directly. "Yes." I asked what he wanted to tell this boy 50 years ago. "Follow the path." I asked if the man now understood what he meant by that. He did.

They are not gone. They are just not here. Up to you what to ask them. They're eager to continue the conversation.

Backstage Pass to the Flipside

(Technique is covered in "Backstage Pass to the Flipside: Talking to the Afterlife with Jennifer Medlyn Shaffer ")

Finally, yesterday on Reddit someone posted a link to the article where the french chef Daniel Boulud says (in his opinion, no evidence cited) that Anthony Bourdain "died of a broken heart."

That's NOT what Anthony says in "Backstage Pass to the Flipside."

Anthony on wikpedia. Straighten that tie dude!

I wrote this reply on his behalf:

"Sorry. That's BS." That's a direct quote from Anthony on the "flipside." We interview him in "Backstage Pass to the Flipside: Talking to the Afterlife with Jennifer Shaffer." He talks about WHY he split, and who was there to greet him on the flipside (that French chef pal of his who shot himself, his pal Bernard Louiseau.) 

Anthony can tell you himself if you ask him. Yeah, he was broken from the grind of working nonstop and didn't have any support system or mechanism. (Like if this chef was such a good pal, he would have been up in his grill prior to this, knowing he was having a hard time). 

As Anthony put it "Tell people to learn to meditate." I asked "Why?" He said "Because if I knew how to meditate I would fucking still be alive." 

He's not gone, he's just not here. Stop blaming others for his act. I asked if we should ban bathrobes from hotel rooms so people like him couldn't use them to do themselves in. He laughed "You don't want to see me naked." The medium could see him looking pretty much the same, but with no tattoos. And whenever I'm interviewing someone new in our "classroom" and I find it tough going I ask him to help. 

Last week I was talking to someone who had a successful life all the way to the end. I asked Anthony if he wanted to ask this famous guy a question. He said "How did you do it? Stay alive with all the pressure?" And this person said "Because I had a group of friends I could call day or night for help. Which you did not." Touche'. So.... Chef DB; Don't claim he "died of a broken heart" if you weren't there to make him laugh or heard him tell you that himself."

     Which was met with the reply: "Seriously? I wish I had more than one downvote. Go plug your bullshit somewhere else."

      To which I replied:

"Good for you brother. I'll give the opportunity to downvote this comment as well. It's not my theory opinion or belief this is the case. I've filmed people under deep hypnosis for ten years (45 so far) and they claim the same thing. I've examined thousands of cases from Dr Helen Wambach and Michael Newton; they say the same thing. I've presented research to scientists at UVA and subsequently interviewed dozens of NDE cases. 

I'm sorry this post upset you; that's not my fault. I am just quoting what my pal the medium said (who works with law enforcement nationwide on missing person cases.) Whatever: vote away."


I sound like a broken record but it bears repeating:

It's not my opinion, belief or theory that a medium reported what Anthony had to say. I have it on film and anyone can judge it for themselves.  I have film of this particular medium (and others) accurately talking to people on the flipside (dozens of times) about things only they could know, things that are "new information."  It's not my theory that it's new information, I then follow up the research and prove it to be accurate (or not).  You have a problem with what people say on the flipside about their departure, take it up with them.

Anthony didn't die of a broken heart. Sorry. That may be the scenario people want to believe, it may be what makes them more comfortable with their own journey, it may be what they want to take away from the loss of such a smart, erudite and compassionate human.  But hang on - he hasn't gone anywhere, he's not gone at all.  It's only our inability to see/hear/talk to him that prevents us from knowing that he hasn't gone anywhere.

What's more important? Hanging onto the belief that he checked himself out over a broken heart? Or realizing that he's still accessible?  Ask him yourself.  He's happy to reply.

And that's my two cents for the day. 

MEANWHILE... enjoy this tune that I came up with about Luana's visit in a dream describing 11:11.  Something fun I created on my keystation 88 and improvising "whatever popped into my head" while listening to the tune.  Flipside songwriting.

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.  

It's unusual in that 11:11 didn't exist… until digital clocks showed up. So it's silly to think something that had zero meaning could suddenly attain it. That being said… once someone points it out (or 4:44 as a friend recently pointed out) - once you are aware of something you become more aware of it.

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.