Last shot of the day on a film set, also the last name of the author of this blog. Martin - Latin singular, those soldiers who work for Mars, God of War. A smith. In this lifetime of words, music and film. AKA "The Afterlife Expert" (Coast to Coast AM) If you want to reach me, I can be found on FB, LinkedIn, or Gmail under MartiniProds (my youtube channel)
Showing posts with label it's a wonderful afterlife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label it's a wonderful afterlife. Show all posts
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
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! Hacking the Afterlife is available here: Flipside is here: It's a Wonderful Afterlife is here: and you are Here. Be Here Now.
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.
There was a wonderful memorial service for Harry Dean Stanton a week ago.
I've been waiting a bit to post about it, because it was genuine and touching and very Harry Dean. It was thrown by his nearest and dearest friends, and although I knew Harry, I was not one of those. As mentioned in the previous post, I ran into him in various venues including while appearing in a Laverne and Shirley episode, while sharing guitars at someone's private party, and over drinks at Dan Tana's at his usual booth with Dabney Coleman. But I knew Harry through his pal Luana Anders.
Luana Anders
The Memorial was a veritable "Who's Who of Hollywood" and was a testament to Harry's persona that all these camera shy folks showed. Jack and Warren and Al were there - to name a few "one named superstars" from his era, Buck Henry, Rebecca De, Ed Begley Jr did a wonderful job of emceeing the various musical acts that played. Funny and touching. A heart breaking rendition of "Desperado" was sung by a 12 year old girl whose mom was at his bedside. Rebecca De Mornay sang his old favorite tune, "Blue Bayou" - songs written about Harry were sung, it was a wonderful evening of reminiscing. The producers of "Big Love" recounted how the first met Harry, his irascible self, and then the amount of eastern philosophy he dropped in their laps. His doctor, "Dr. Rick" told epic tales of his treatment of Harry over the years and how it was quite a miracle that this man who smoked and drank as if he only had one day left on the planet lived so very long. The director of his last film "Lucky" talked about spending precious moments with him, and Harry's hilarious curmudgeonly delivery that only made people love him more than less. But my experience was unusual to say the least. As I entered the room, I spied the "Fred" that was mentioned in the previous post, the fellow who had driven with Luana and Harry Dean up to the Monterey Pop festival. He waved me over (I hadn't spoken to him since I shared the blog with him, and wasn't sure what his reaction would be) and said "What else did Harry Dean have to say?" I remembered that Luana had a private message for him, one that I included in an email, but wasn't sure what his response would be. (Jennifer and I have these freewheeling conversations, she gets shown an image or gets a thought impressed upon her, and I pass it along. Sometimes people say "That doesn't sound familiar" but sometimes they say the opposite. It's always about translating what images or feelings they're getting in these conversations.) In this case (and it's a note anyone can hear) she told me to tell him that "he should drink more water." That he's "not hydrating himself enough." His son looked at me, in shock - and said "That's the part of your email that blew me away. We've been saying the same thing to him for a long time." And odd way of confirming what Luana was telling me about Harry Dean Stanton on the flipside - but I could not know that Fred's own family was saying that to him, Jennifer could not know this detail either. A super skeptic would say "Well, that's a general piece of information, that doesn't prove anything." Yeah, everyone should drink more water. But I've never ever heard anyone say "And that's what we tell him every day."
Luana as Dona Medina in Roger Corman's Pit and the Pendulum.
But wait, as they say; "there's more." A friend was there and was sitting with a group of women who were with Harry when he died. I had shared with her that Jennifer had said that "Harry is showing me that five women were with him when he was dying." (I didn't know if she meant there were 5 women waiting for him, or in the hospital. It was the hospital.) And my friend told me these women were talking about an unusual comment that Harry made prior to passing. They were sitting with him as he was dying and he said appropos of nothing; "Hand me the baby." In my interview with Harry via Jennifer, Harry had said "there was a child who greeted me as I crossed over." Jennifer got the impression this was a baby that had died as a miscarriage. Harry said "Google it. 1962." (I wasn't sure if he meant the baby was born that year, or passed that year, or the mother was associated with that date.) (In the Flipside research we learn that people choose to come to the planet. And when they don't come for some reason, it doesn't mean that they "disappear" or "dissolve" back into the ether or consciousness. They're still here, just like everyone who leaves the planet. They can "appear" as they want to - in the form of energy that would help you to understand "who they are." That there's no "time over there" so a person who died last week at age 80 could appear as you knew them at 30 (as Luana described how Harry looked) or someone who passed a few months old could appear as a "child.") Either way, Harry Dean in his hospital bed asked for someone to "Hand him the baby." Just like he told me and Jennifer in the cafe in Manhattan Beach two weeks after he crossed over. Not a detail I could have known, nor that Jennifer could have known. But a detail that was verified at his Memorial service.
As noted in the previous post, he recounted the trip they took to the Monterey Pop festival. That he thought it was a "dream" that he had entered into - some kind of "Jacob's Ladder" (my reference) where in the last moment of consciousness you might wind up in a happy dream. (I wasn't aware that he was in the car with Luana on her way to the festival until a few months ago, when "Fred" mentioned it in an email.) But in the "afterlife dream" he was having, they had a flat tire, and when he got out to fix it, he looked at "Fred" and said "But we didn't have a flat tire on the trip. This can't be a memory." And Fred responded; "I know." That was the moment when Harry Dean realized there WAS an afterlife. He said that Luana had "tricked him" (his word) into this event, so that he would have a "soft landing." Her memory of their trip to Monterey served as the vehicle for him to realize he was in the afterlife. Other details came out of that conversation, and I mentioned them in the previous post. I asked Harry to "show Jennifer" what they saw when they got to Monterey and she said "I see Prince." Then said "But this was awhile ago... I see someone onstage who looks like Prince." I said "Look closely. What's he doing? Is he playing an instrument?" She said "He's playing a guitar. Is it Jimi Hendrix?" "Fred" confirmed when they got to Monterey, that was who they saw play among other famous musicians who played. (As mentioned I'll put the transcript of this chat in the next book that I'm crowd funding at the moment "The Afterlife Expert") Back to the memorial service. I spoke briefly with someone he dated years ago, curious if she might know who it was that Harry had almost had a child with. She said she didn't know. (Jennifer had gotten the impression of the number 1962 - so if any of you Harry peeps out there know who that might be, direct her to this website.) When I told this woman the story of our "seance" and how when I asked Harry if he had any message to his friends and family he said: "There is an Afterlife." Then "Believe in the afterlife." She said "I knew it! I told him that there is one! He wouldn't believe me." I told her I said "Harry, you were famous for claiming there isn't one. If I claim you're telling me to tell people they should "believe" they won't." He said "Then open yourself up to the possibility that there is one. That there is an afterlife. Then you won't spend so much time, as I did, worrying about whether there was one or not." He added that it was like "running on a treadmill" to worry about it when you could focus on other things. I asked what the source of his disbelief was - he said "Too many friends died. I walled myself off from the emotions of it. It was easier to believe that there wasn't one."
Meow.
I hasten to add - Harry's not saying "There is an afterlife as described in the Bible" or "There is an afterlife as described in Buddhism" or "there is an afterlife as described in the Vedantas" or "there is an afterlife as described by Zooraster." He's not saying that at all. Nor is any of my research claiming that. In fact it's the opposite. His declaration that "there is an afterlife" and this method of proving that you can communicate with loved ones no longer on the planet, points to another reality altogether. Not that there is no God per se, nor that there is a heaven per se. What the research shows consistently is that these words are placeholders for concepts that we can't really get our minds around. I have interviewed enough people on the flipside to get a point of reference, if only by understanding what these words are not. They claim that we can experience both of these things, and by experiencing them we "know them." When people talk about "heaven" during a near death event, or some other vision, they are talking about a place that people under deep hypnosis call "home." It's a consistent word that they use to describe that place "we all eventually go" and where we "experience unconditional love."
Got that? There is an afterlife.
Obviously, when talking to these folks no longer on the planet, we learn that we don't "lose our personas" or become some "other entity." We remain ourselves, (same sense of humor) albeit with different physics involved. One person said when asked "What shall I tell your friends?" he said "Tell people that I'm flying." When I asked the director Tony Scott (whom I accessed through an interview with Bill Paxton - I can access people that I know and then if they know someone, they can access them. It's a bit like "Six degrees of separation" and yes, I should interview Kevin Bacon as he probably knows "a lot of folks" on the flipside). So I asked Tony Scott a direct question "So why did you park your car on the St. Vincent Thomas Bridge and jump?" (Sometimes when accessing information, I ask questions in a challenging manner. And this was as matter of fact as I could make it.) He said "Because I wanted to fly." I said "You're joking." He said, "I'm not. I'm spending much of my time over here traveling around to different worlds, different realms. I really am flying. I can go anywhere." We discussed more details, I asked if the "black box medicine" he was taking contributed to his demise. He said "that and a bunch more." I will include that interview in the book as well. I'm not philosophizing, or opining a theory here - I'm just reporting what people say about the flipside. Either through direct experience (a near death event) or via a hypnosis sessions (between life hypnotherapy as pioneered by Michael Newton) or via a medium (working with people I know that have given verified information.) I misquoted Bill Paxton in the previous post. After transcribing the footage, I realize he said that he "was the new guy and he had to sit on the end of the bench" - calling himself the "new guy" on the bench, not Harry Dean, who with Luana were part of the "older crew." Bill shows up often in these talks with Jennifer because I knew him, we were pals, and he knew Luana as well. And in another interview he had specific things he wanted to say to his family. (I've forwarded a link with the footage from those interviews to a member of his family.) Bill showed up again during our follow up with Harry Dean, and said "I wanted to thank you for sending that link along. While no one has acknowledging seeing it, two people have, and it has opened up the possibility to them." I said again, "Look, Bill, I only mentioned you in the Harry Dean post because there are people who are suffering immeasurably from the loss of loved ones, including you, and you did ask me to reach out to them, so I have." He said "Thank you. And I'll thank you when you get here." Not too soon I hope.
Meanwhile, here's a post from the IANDS.org website. It's about a guy who had a near death experience, and then realized he was "home." Pretty much what I've been claiming is in the research.
"From Richard L's NDE on NDERF: "I started to hear a buzzing sound that quickly became very loud. As the sound increased, the hole above me got bigger, the light got brighter, and I felt myself being pulled up towards it. I felt as if I was being squeezed through an opening that was too small for me. The buzzing sound became a whooshing roar as I entered the hole, with a Doppler-like effect as I passed through it. The sensation was like speeding down a tunnel at light speed, not unlike the 'warp' effect you see in movies. I wasn't alone in there, either. I felt the presence of others, but I couldn't see them. I passed through some kind of dividing line, a barrier of sorts, hard to describe. I was surrounded by light. Misty shapes began to form as I looked around. At first, they were just moving swirls of light, but they soon took the shape of human forms. There were a lot of them around me. I heard soft whispering coming from them, like a crowd murmuring and talking among themselves. From this crowd, three shapes came forward and approached me. As they drew near, I could make out them out better, as if they were slightly out of focus and my eyes were adjusting. They were tall and slender, wearing what looked like flowing robes. One of them was wearing a beard. They all had long, shoulder-length hair. One of them spoke to me. 'You're not supposed to be here, yet. You have to go back. You know what you agreed to,' he said. I told him that I didn't want to go back. I liked it here. It felt like home. I felt like they were amused by my response. 'You must go back, you have work to do. We'll send you back, soon.' I looked around me at the crowd. I saw familiar faces. These were friends, family, enemies, people I had known before, but I couldn't remember from where or when. Some of them I knew I had known for a very long time. Many lives, many places, many times. I flashed on visions from those lives and events. There was a continuity and connectedness about all of it, a sense of purpose and order that spanned the centuries. I looked back at the three people in front of me. These people were ancient. I don't know how I knew that, but I knew that they were 'old souls' who watched over my group. We all had 'sprung' from them, like children, each going their way yet connected to the source. I felt nothing like judgment of our actions from them. If anything, I felt a kind of amused benevolence from them, like parents watching their children playing. Even at the really bad things we did in our lives, there was no judgment. The one with the beard spoke to me. 'You can ask questions. We will answer them and you will remember. It is important that you do this.'
My first question was 'Is this heaven?' 'It can be, if that's what you want. It can be Hell, as well, if that's what you believe. This reality is an extension of you, instantly realized and formed. You always create your own reality, no matter where you find yourself, for we are all co-creators.' 'Where is God? I don't see him.' I asked. They became visibly amused, like they were snickering at my question under their breath. 'How can you see that which you are yourself a part of? We are all expressions of God. When you see with your eyes, you see through the eyes of God and he experiences reality through yours. When you speak to God, you speak to yourself. We are one and the same, there is no division or separation. You can no more 'see' God than your hand can see you, for it is a part of you and functions because of you and for your purposes, as well as its own. There is no separation. Any that seems to exist is an illusion. The light that surrounds us here is God. It is our source of being and is given freely to all.' Next question. 'Why do I feel like this is home?' 'Because it is home. All begin here and return here. It is the starting point for all journeys and lessons.' A strange question. I still don't know why I asked it, but at the time it seemed relevant. 'When I come back again, can I stay?' I got an even stranger answer. 'We don't think you'll want to stay long, you never do. You love your lessons, especially the hard ones. You can do as you please, it's your choice.'"
Note: The word "home" means something different to everyone. But we can all agree that it means something to each of us, and that may be a place of calm, acceptance and "unconditional love." At the end, he asks "When I come back can I stay?" And the answer is "Sure, dude, if you're not in a hurry to get back to the planet, because that's what you do, you're always in a big hurry to get back there. And you choose the hardest lives to experience. You can do as you please..." - because we choose to come here. That's why he says "It's your choice." It's our choice to come here! When we check off the planet, we hang out with our loved ones until we make a plan to return (here or sometimes people claim it's somewhere else, off planet.) I post this verbatim because it's pretty much what I've said in all my books. More to come.
"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
People often ask; "So if it's true my loved one still exists on the flipside, why don't I hear from them?" There's a few reasons. One is Mechanics. Did you know that a rainbow is different to every person that sees it? (This factoid from Neil deGrasse Tyson). "The exact Rainbow any of us sees in the sky is entirely our own -- a personal, yet communal gift from the laws of optics."
Double Rainbows: Science.com
Because of the nature of optics, light moving through water droplets, every person sees a rainbow differently. How many of us are old enough to remember rabbit ear antennas? (Raise your hand in the back row; I SEE YOU.)
Endless standing in front of the television trying to get a "clearer signal." When the Sears Tower went up in Chicago (later the Willis Tower) people in the northern suburbs (cake eaters in Chicago parlance) had to deal with ghosting images on their tv sets. It was time to either get on the roof and move that antenna, or run to the tv and move the rabbit ears.
So let's say Aunt Betty wants to connect with you. She sees you sitting in your church pew on Sunday like you always do (in this fantasy anyway) and she "sits down next to you." Only you can't see her. She's amused by the fact that you can't see her, but she wants you to know that she's keeping an eye on you, so she thinks of some way to communicate with you.
She might send you a smell. Maybe it's perfume. It's the old Chanel #5 perfume that you bought her every year for Christmas. And she knows that once she wafts that perfume in your direction, you're going to know that she's visiting you. Now, hang on a second. Is Aunt Betty actually putting on perfume? No. But what is perfume? It's a smell that we smell with our noses. But hang on a second, is that accurate? No, it's not. The smell is a wave of information that drifts through the air to your nostril which then translates that information into an ELECTRICAL SIGNAL which goes from your nose hairs to your brain and hits the corresponding filing cabinet where "Chanel #5" is located. "Your ability to smell comes from specialized sensory cells, called olfactory sensory neurons, which are found in a small patch of tissue high inside the nose. These cells connect directly to the brain. Each olfactory neuron has one odor receptor. Microscopic molecules released by substances around us—whether it’s coffee brewing or pine trees in a forest—stimulate these receptors. Once the neurons detect the molecules, they send messages to your brain, which identifies the smell."
It's the same with visual stimuli. You're not "seeing" anything - as we know, light and images hit your eye UPSIDE DOWN first, and then are translated RIGHTSIDE UP into your head, so you can watch out for that basketball coming at you. "Duck!" But back to Aunt Betty. She's seeing you from a particular perspective - according to Aunt Betty's I've interviewed, she doesn't "hear the minister" droning on, she doesn't hear the choir belting out "Sons of God, Hear His Holy Word" or any other the other distractions in the church at the moment. She's just focused on you. So let's figure that Aunt Betty wants to "send you a signal." How does she do that? Is there a decoder up there? A flip phone for communication? No. What people report is that they have to "do a mathematical equation that results in the desired effect." Sound loopy? Well hell yes, it is loopy! What class did you learn how to do the math that would effect a transmission of a signal of a smell to your loved one? You forgot already?
As I've reported in "Flipside" "It's a Wonderful Afterlife" there are classrooms in the afterlife - let's not call it that, shall we, as it implies "ghostly figures" sitting in classrooms. Let's call it what it is: A CLASSROOM.
University of Wisc
When I say that word I know that everyone has a different visual in their mind. Could have been your class, a friend's class, a classroom you saw in a movie, or even at school. But you alone know what classroom means. I don't know what your classroom might look like - I can only point to ones that I've been in. Here on this planet, and while under deep hypnosis.
Old fashioned class. Eames chairs.
So in this class you were taught this method - and again, try not to focus on the "when" part of this information since we're always going to class - prior to this life, during it, and a long time ago as well. And in this class, which might have just a few folks, might have hundreds, but often is reported to be about "20" individuals - you learned the process of how to "throw a smell." A bit like throwing your voice. There's a trick to it and you have to practice to get the trick down.
So Aunt Betty is sitting next to you, does the complex math problem that creates the "idea of a smell" and sends it to your electrical grid so that you can smell it... and not perhaps, the Eau du Bieber on the person in front of you... and this wave of this wafting luxurious smell comes over you, and you instantly - directly - picture Aunt Betty. And instead of giving her a high five, or blinking through happy tears - you look around. "That's funny. Why am I smelling that old perfume? I haven't smelled that since... since... oh my. Is Aunt Betty here?"
Don't forget, there are dozens of other folks in the room, each has their own focus and energy, and your brain is constantly translating, passing along electrical charges to your mind to help you navigate the day... so not so easy to "see Aunt Betty" as it is to "smell her." This is why they generally don't waste all that time and energy trying to reach out to you until you're asleep. In that way you're blissfully snoozing, and Aunt Betty finds it all that much easier to present herself right smack dab in the middle of your dream.
Sister Evangelina "Call the Midwife" Series
And our friends on the Flipside claim that they do so in a fashion "not to frighten you" (unless they have a silly sense of humor) but to reach out to you to let you know something... What are they telling you? Well, that they're okay. That they're watching over you. That you shouldn't worry so much about all the nonsense that you worry about all the time. Because NONE OF THAT MATTERS. What does matter? Only one thing (they say, consistently). If you don't know what the one thing is that matters, take the time right now to ask your loved one. "WHAT'S THE MOST IMPORTANT THING, WHAT'S THE ONE THING THAT MATTERS THE MOST?" Jot down the answer and send it to me.
Like I've said here before - when talking to people on the Flipside, they consistently say that we can communicate with them. That all we need to so is "Say their name." I asked "Do we say it in our head or aloud?" They say "It doesn't matter."
In Ladakh with some peeps.
I asked "So let's pretend that I'm able to reach out to you. And I have questions for you. How can I tell the difference between "making up the replies" and actually getting a reply from you?" They answer; "When the reply comes faster than the question. When the answer to your question is heard in your head before you can even formulate the question, then you'll know you have a connection with us." So g'head. Try it. I can wait. No one will know that you're talking to a passed away relative. It's not like you're talking to yourself in Church.
Per LaChaise, Paris
(You know the old joke - if you pray aloud to God while you're in church or temple, that's normal. But if God replies; then you're insane.) Go ahead and try it. No one will know that you're talking to someone no longer on the planet in your head. Write down what they say. Ask questions you don't know the answer to. Ask hard questions that you don't think they know the answer to. Ask them for help. Ask them to guide you. The worst that can happen is that you "hear them." Then you're in trouble because you'll know "either I'm making this up, or that flipside guy is right." Say hello to your loved one for me.
