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Jennifer Shaffer and Rich Martini on July 14th

Liberate your relatives and loved ones on Bastille day with Jennifer and yours truly, as we demonstrate, discuss, demystify how to communicate with the flipside.

Come join us on July 14th in Westwood.

Details in the link.

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/vip-pass-to-the-flipside-afterlife-conversations-with-rich-martini-and-jennifer-shaffer-tickets-46592528507?aff=esfb


“VIP PASS TO THE FLIPSIDE”

"Afterlife Conversations with Jennifer Shaffer and Rich Martini"

Rich is the best selling author of "Flipside" "It's a Wonderful Afterlife" and "Hacking the Afterlife," frequent guest on “Coast to Coast” with George Noory, and Gaia’s “Beyond Belief.” (RichMartini.com) Jennifer is a world renowned medium/intuitive who has done over 3000 readings helping people to access their loved ones on the flipside. Jennifer works with law enforcement agencies nationwide to help them with missing person cases and has a full time practice in Manhattan Beach. (JenniferShaffer.com)

Together, they offer a unique glimpse into the process of speaking to loved ones, discuss how to do so on your own, and what methods have proven the most successful. They’ll be talking about their recent project together, accessing people no longer on the planet to gain new information from them, learning insight from their journey and demonstrating how to ask the questions that allow anyone to continue communicating with loved ones no longer on the planet.

They will present and discuss their research as well as do a demonstration of whether it’s possible to continue a conversation with loved ones no longer on the planet.


DATE AND TIME

Sat, July 14, 2018

6:00 PM – 9:00 PM PDT


LOCATION

Colby Spiritual Center (for tix, click on links)

1792 Kelton Ave


Los Angeles, CA 90266

$50, seating is limited.

"Hacking the Afterlife" with KAren Swain

Here's a fun one.  KAren reached out after seeing me on Gaiam. (So perhaps that might be a way to introduce the viewer to the material.)

So instead of the usual introduction, discussion of my books, where to find them, blah blah blah, we just jumped in both feet first.

And I have no idea where we went!  I'll have to watch it to find out!




I look a little like I've been "woke" by a lightning bolt.

Thanks KAren, lots of fun to chat with you down under!

New Beyond Belief with George Noory "Talking to the Flipside"

https://www.gaia.com/video/tales-flipside-richard-martini

PREVIEW: https://www.gaia.com/video/tales-flipside-richard-martini?fullplayer=preview

"Life after death may be far more fantastical than you can believe. Richard Martini presents us with a new perspective of the afterlife, based on his documentation of countless Between Life sessions, including contact with the late Bill Paxton. We listen in on several of these sessions to glean the uncanny commonalities of the accounts, giving us a clearer picture of what awaits us on the flipside of life.

After a dream vision of visiting his friend in the Great Beyond, author and award winning filmmaker Richard Martini went on a literary quest to discover the prevailing science and philosophical opinions on the afterlife. Eventually he was introduced to the work of author and hypnotherapist Dr. Michael Newton. FlipSide: A Tourist's Guide to the Afterlife is his debut non-fiction book on a topic that's been haunting him since the death of a soul mate."

Instructor/Host: George Noory

Featuring: Richard Martini

Video Language: English

Ghost Stories Beyond the Light

I answer questions on Quora now and then, and one of the most common is "Do you believe in ghosts?"

Per LaChaise Cemetery in Paris

I asked that question to my father as a toddler and his reply still holds up; "Ghosts don't exist."

Which I agree.  Ghosts, per se, do not exist.  Because they aren't "ghosts." They're just folks who are no longer on the planet.  They're people. They're still here.  Get over it.

I've seen ghosts most of my life - but didn't concern myself about it. Honestly.  It wasn't until they started to bug me that I actually thought about who or what they might be.

Like the fellow who used to live in my apartment in Santa Monica. I used to see him sitting on the edge of my bed.  "Who are you?" I got the impression he'd lived there before. Then I woke up to find him lying next to me on the bed. Naked. I jumped out of it (he disappeared).  I said "Dude. I don't mind you hanging out in your hold apt, but do not wake me up with your naked ass!"

He stopped. Then one day a new tenant ran in from next door.  Apt had been empty for years.  She screamed. "I was brushing my teeth and I looked up and a guy was standing behind me in the mirror!"  I said "Oh, was he about 5'10, sandy hair?" She said "Yes!"  I said "Oh, he's just the fellow who used to live here.  If you just tell him to stop doing that, he will."

Years later, I was in the post office standing next to a guy writing his return address on an envelope and recognized the address. (What are the odds?) I said "Dude, you live with a ghost."  He said "What?"  I told him the story... he didn't like hearing the story.  Too bad.  He lives with a ghost. Get over it.

I was in Sydney visiting the home of a friend who'd just sold his house. (Phillip Noyce and Jan Sharp in Darlinghurst) It was empty save for a bed which they left behind so I could camp out for a couple of fun filled weeks.  

One morning I awoke to see a man in a painter's outfit hanging from the rafters.  When he saw me react, he reacted - and said in an Aussie accent; "Terribly sorry mate, it's just something I feel the need to do." Then a ladder appeared, and he pulled the rope from his rafter and CLIMBED DOWN THE LADDER.  I blinked... and it was gone.

Not his ladder

I spoke to Jan Sharp later that day "What's up with the ghost?" She asked what I was talking about. I told her.  She said "Well our painter did hang himself but he did so in his own home."  I said "Well, he must like your home better because he's still hanging around."

I originally thought he was Mohawk
but research tells me he was Iroquois.

I was teaching in Maine - I woke to find a native american in full battle gear standing over me with an axe and a knife.  His arms were dripping something - looked like blood - could have been paint.  He was SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER in my face.  Like "Get out!" but in Mohawk or Iroquois. I jumped up and he disappeared.  I said "Look, I'm only teaching here in Maine for a week - I'll be gone then, okay?"  And for that entire week slept with every light on, tv on, radio on. He didn't bug me again.

Like I say - just didn't bother with them. If they don't bother me, why bother them?

Can you hear me now?

Until I was staying at a friend's place in Connecticut.  And my wife and I heard "knocking" "tapping" outside the wall - where no one could knock. And then the lights going on and off - and a groan... whenever it rained.  

One night I had a vivid dream where I met this "angry presence" - which I saw covered in blood, in a british uniform - old, tattered, beard... angry fellow showed me the horrors of his situation.  Dead bodies all around - moaning and general horror.

I did some research, found the home was built on a British garrison from 1812. I think I was being shown the hospital - or the dungeon - I don't know.  It was pretty nasty.  

But the next time this fellow appeared - sensing his presence "enter the room" in a cloud of anger. I said "Hi. Look. I know you're upset that we're staying in your home.  I apologize. However, if you look around you'll see a light, and beyond that light is everyone you've ever loved. Just go into that light and you'll see what I'm talking about."  I was guessing this to be the case - I had just started this research, and it seemed like the most logical, compassionate thing to say.

Typical 1812 uniform

He didn't bother us again that trip... and I thought, "wow, cool, it worked." (We'd tried sage and any other number of suggestions... never told our hosts about it. Why tell them "There's a scary ghost in your guest house?")  

But a year later we were back, and this time I had a dream where this young handsome guy came to visit - he was wearing 19th century clothes, three piece suit - trimmed beard. He came up to me and said in the most proper English; "I just wanted to come back and thank you for sending me home."

Mind you - I ASSUMED this was make believe - wishful thinking.  But I also allowed it might not be.  I may have mentioned this in my books - but maybe not. I'm writing this down, because I tried this technique a few weeks ago.

George Noory of "Coast to Coast" fame.

I was in Boulder shooting "Beyond Belief" with George Noory.  The episode hasn't aired yet, but will soon. I was in the makeup room with the very talented makeup artist, and we were catching up since my last appearance.  

A producer came in and said "Tell him about the ghost!"  She said "Oh yeah, there's a ghost in the studio."  I asked about him. She said she saw him one day - walking in to a locked set - hiding behind some lights.  She said the crew all knew "someone" was moving lights around, breaking them, doing stuff in a locked room - but she also "saw him."

George Noory and Jennifer Shaffer

I asked if she'd seen ghosts before. "When I was younger."  I said, "Let's try an experiment, shall we?" Who is this guy?  She said "No idea."  I said, "Let's ask.  Try to remember what you saw. Can you freeze what you saw as a photograph? or a hologram?" 

She said "Ok."  "Move closer to him, what does he look like?" She described a young man in his 20's, sandy hair, eyes, etc.  I said "Let's ask him. Who are you?" She "heard" a name - told it to me, and we "asked him" what he was doing there. She said her first impression was that he died nearby in a fire in the 1950's. 

She said "he's very angry." I said "What about?" She said... "Oh my god! About our show! He's angry because he says the people who come on the show are not telling the truth about what it's like over there!"  

She laughed - the producer was still in the room, and they both laughed at that idea; a critic from the flipside.  I said "What is it they're getting wrong?"  She said "He says "Everything."

I said, "Look around you my friend. There's a light. And beyond that light is everyone you've ever loved and who ever loved you. Do you want to go and see it?" She said "No, he's too angry."  

I thought okay, try another tack.  I said "Well, can you see the light?" "Yes." "Can you go closer to it?" "Okay." "Describe what you feel."  He said "It feels warmer."  I said "Okay, step through the light."  He said "No, I don't want to let go of my anger."  

I said, "It's okay. Your anger will stay here.  You can always come back and retrieve it.  Just put your hand through the light, how does that feel?"  "Warmer."  I said "Now stand in the light, what's that feel like?" She/he said "I feel less angry."  I said "Okay, step on the other side of the light - you can always come back here, this sound stage isn't going anywhere."  (If I were filming this, this is the moment I would have shoved the fellow "through the door." But I didn't. I just asked him to check out the other side.)

He said "Okay." I said "Describe what you're seeing."  He said "I'm seeing everything differently..." I said "Look around. Do you see your family?"  He said "I hate my family. I wouldn't go to them if I saw them."  

I pressed him; "But look carefully. See anyone?" He said "I see my uncle. He's the only person who loved me."  I said "Can we ask your uncle to come over here?" He said "okay."  

Home. 

I said "Take his hand. What does that feel like?"  He said he felt love, comfort, safety.  I asked if the uncle would show him around a bit?" The uncle said, "Sure." (She said, "He's saying "sure.")

I said "Look, you can always come back - do you want to come back?" And he said "No, I want to stay here with my uncle for awhile."

With George in the makeup room.

George popped his head in and off I went to do the show.  After the show, I went back to get my bag and the make-up artist said "He came back!" 

I thought... "Oh no, it didn't work. Their ghost had returned."  I said "It didn't work?"  She said "No, he just came back to thank me for helping him."  

It did work.

So in answer to the question "What would you say to a ghost now that you know the architecture of the flipside?" that's what I'd say. "Everyone who ever loved you, or whom you loved, is on the other side of that light."  

We don't need to push them out the door - it's up to them to take it. But that's one method of how to do it.

Mother's Day Messages from the Flipside

"We all only get one mother, so try to stay in touch with her."

About the time she was under contract with the Shuberts, hoofing on broadway, playing classical piano concerts in DC. Dorothy Ann Hayes ("Anthy") from Decatur, Il.  HAPPY MOM DAY.

That's a relative statement of course - if we consider for a moment that we may have been doing this play over and over again, based on the many standing ovations we've gotten from our various performances, we do indeed only have "one mother at a time."

Meaning, for someone who connects with a previous lifetime, when they do so, and allow those memories to come forth, they also remember their father and mother from that lifetime.  Are they any less worthy of our love today than they were back then?

Often in this research, people under deep hypnosis will recognize a family member from back then as being a family member now... and say "Oh my goodness, my mother was my sister in that lifetime."  Something to really give us pause as we reflect and remember our mother from this lifetime.

In my case, I've been able to stay in touch with my mother who left her chrysalis back in 2011.  Doesn't mean I don't miss her - after all she was a concert pianist and sitting in the room with her playing was always something to marvel at.  One day she asked me to record music for my dad's funeral - and he was still on the planet.  She said "I don't know if I could play it for him during the mass, as I would be too emotional."




I recorded a concert of her playing - about a half hour's worth.  I use that track in films sometimes, we did use it for my dad's funeral - and we used it for her funeral.  So mom got to play at her own funeral.  Pretty unusual even for my version of reality.

I was meeting with Jennifer Shaffer yesterday, having coffee in Santa Monica, when she suddenly mentioned a friend of our children who had passed away.  When he passed away suddenly a year ago, I had asked about him - and we had a brief conversation about his journey on the flipside.  I didn't know his parents well enough to ring them up and say "Hey, I was talking to your son today..." but hoped that some day I would get a chance to do so.

Which happened yesterday, because he just kind of "dropped in" to our conversation.  What made it so unusual was the method of how he had shown up - one odd occurrence turned out to connect with another odd occurrence, which connected to a third event - all three events together made for this moment when this young fellow sent a series of images, not only to Jennifer but to others.  I was the one to connect the various images - and Jennifer said they added up to a message from this young boy.

I asked him "So why have you shown up here today, and what were those images that you passed along?"  

Jennifer said "He says it was a message for his mom on mother's day."

I took the time to reach out to his folks and have done so, who confirmed that they have had messages from him before.  I was so glad to hear that; you just never know how someone might react when hearing that their loved one has something to tell them from the flipside.  Sometimes it's a direct message - sometimes it's a metaphor of a message - sometimes it's hard to put one's finger on it, other than it "resonates" on some level.

As I've noted here on the blog, Erik Medhus "spoke" to his mother from the flipside - it was recorded by accident during a session with a medium who was communicating with her son.  It's clearly his voice on the audio, and I can confirm beyond any shadow of doubt that his mom, a Houston doctor, did not manipulate the audio, nor could it have been manipulated.  It is what it is. "Love you mom!" says Erik.



Clear as a bell.***

So what to make of this mother's day message? On one hand that we're always connected.  That our loved ones may have left their chrysalis, they may have transformed from a caterpillar to a butterfly - they may be hard to reach, or they may be on some kind of epic adventure - but they are not gone. They just aren't here.

Happy to report that the book Jennifer and I have been working on is close to being finished.  My recent appearance with George Noory on "Beyond Belief" at Gaia is nearly released... and other minor details on this journey.  

But it's good to remember our mom's on mother's day, as it's good to remember our dad's on their day.  And our kids on a day that will eventually become a hallmark card - "kid's day." We are all someone's child, all someone's sibling - if not in this lifetime, then during a previous one.  We can reflect on the unusual path that we took to get here - not only from our previous lifetimes, but through birth with our very own mom.

Unconditional love.  Love unconditionally.  Love the act of love, the gift of love, the giving of love.  It's all the same thing.  We have so few moments together here on the planet, you'd think we'd only spend time enjoying them.  

Here's a poem our daughter wrote when she was ten that her mom posted:

"A Perfect World"  by Olivia

No ba-bang of the guns or quarrelling

People always jubilant, no tears dripping from their eyes

No bullets in soldiers' hearts

The sick would heal and wounds would mend

Where people are always honest and grounds are spotless

All grass would be bright green

But if a world like that existed would anyone appreciate it?

HAPPY MOM'S DAY!!!

***A note about the above audio of Erik Medhus "speaking from the flipside."

I've taken the time to download the two different audio clips of Erik's voice "coming through."  In the first instance ("Interview with Jesus") I put the audio through professional equipment to study the track.  A number of details are worth noting: in the original audio, there are two voices that are whispering (clearly evident as sound) and at one point, someone answers "Yes" to a question (The medium says "He said "yes" a split second later.")  These voices were not apparent to Dr. Medhus, I pointed them out to her (not the other way around.)  

They voices appear on the track about 1.5 times under speed - in other words if they're sped up they "sound normal."  There's no physical way to record two different speeds on the same track.  Further, there is no VOICE PRINT that appears when these voices are speaking. 

In other words, the frequency of the other voices (Dr. Medhus and the medium, in that case it was Jamie Butler) are clearly on the track and can be seen visually. But for the other voices, there is no visual appearance of their voices.  

It's possible that somehow the ear can hear something that is audible but does not appear as a physical voice signature, but I've never seen it before.  In the case of this second appearance of Erik's voice during a session, it's clear that neither the medium nor Dr. Medhus heard him initially - it's only in the recording, after someone pointed it out, were they able to hear his voice.  

Knowing Dr. Medhus as I do, and knowing how professional audio is recorded - there's no physical way for them to have interjected his voice overlapping theirs.  

It would have required a person to be physically present in the room (obviously it's not the case) nor is it believable in any stretch of the imagination that they would have included an actor in this situation - she doesn't charge any money for what she's doing, there's no monetary value here whatsoever, so for someone to suggest that there's a motivation, is really kind of loopy - or insane.  

I understand the difficulty that comes with hearing something that could not be there - it could very well be that we are all experiencing some kind of mass hallucination, hearing a frequency that does not exist - or it could be that somehow, someone recorded her son a decade ago, saying these exact words and then finding a way and a space to somehow download, record that track and then upload it again - but that's not physically possible to do - and the track itself came direct from Dr. Medhus.  

So there is no logical answer to how his voice appears on this audio - and in the absence of any logical answer, there is only one that's left.  It's his voice.  Further - the tone of his voice is casual, not forced - only a trained actor could interject something so casual into a conversation with such ease - "Love you mom!"  

Not said as if someone was shouting in a far away place so that someone could hear them - but said in afterthought - just what he likely always says at the end of these conversations, but can't be heard.  Not said like an actor trying to prove his existence, just a casual "see ya later." 

I contacted Dr. Medhus and told her how I had just done a similar "interview" with "Stephen Hawking" with Jennifer Shaffer and how in our interview some of the same hallmarks were repeated.  

The idea is not "here is what Stephen Hawking is telling us" but to objectively take a number of interviews with the same person with different mediums and compare the answers. Do they consistently say the same things? Or are the answers all over the map?  And if you have 3 or more mediums talk to the same individual (as I do in "Hacking the Afterlife") what does that tell us about the quality of the information?  

But I'm here to confirm that from a professional filmmaker's point of view - there is no logical explanation that I can come up with that isn't the most simple one; Erik spoke to his mother and reminded her that he loves her. My two cents.

(Thanks to Kari Krug for pointing me to this post from Thich Nhat Hanh)

"The day my mother died I wrote in my journal, "A serious misfortune of my life has arrived." I suffered for more than one year after the passing away of my mother. But one night, in the highlands of Vietnam, I was sleeping in the hut in my hermitage. I dreamed of my mother. I saw myself sitting with her, and we were having a wonderful talk. She looked young and beautiful, her hair flowing down. It was so pleasant to sit there and talk to her as if she had never died. When I woke up it was about two in the morning, and I felt very strongly that I had never lost my mother. The impression that my mother was still with me was very clear. I understood then that the idea of having lost my mother was just an idea. It was obvious in that moment that my mother is always alive in me.

I opened the door and went outside. The entire hillside was bathed in moonlight. It was a hill covered with tea plants, and my hut was set behind the temple halfway up. Walking slowly in the moonlight through the rows of tea plants, I noticed my mother was still with me. She was the moonlight caressing me as she had done so often, very tender, very sweet... wonderful! Each time my feet touched the earth I knew my mother was there with me. I knew this body was not mine but a living continuation of my mother and my father and my grandparents and great-grandparents. Of all my ancestors. Those feet that I saw as "my" feet were actually "our" feet. Together my mother and I were leaving footprints in the damp soil.

From that moment on, the idea that I had lost my mother no longer existed. All I had to do was look at the palm of my hand, feel the breeze on my face or the earth under my feet to remember that my mother is always with me, available at any time."

- Thich Nhat Hanh, in "No Death, No Fear”.

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Just got off phone with virtuoso hypnotherapist Scotty Scott F De Tamble. 

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He's now offering Skype and telephone sessions worldwide. If you've ever considered trying a session Scott's the fellow I've filmed dozens with. Top drawer. 

Discount if you mention my name. (My idea. Just want to see if anyone is listening.) 

He's in Claremont, CA if you can swing by. Or reach out to him through his website and tell him I sent ya!

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Erik Medhus speaking from the Flipside

You want to hear someone say "I love you mom" from the afterlife? 

Dr. Medhus sent this to me last night. It's an interview she did with medium Veronica Drake with Dr. Medhus' son Erik and a scientist. 

(Erik makes a couple of appearances in "Flipside" and "Hacking the Afterlife.")

 I first met Dr. Medhus because I heard a clear EVP event during one of her other sessions, and wrote about it. 

Jennifer Medlyn Shaffer and I did a session a bit like this a few weeks back with Mr. Hawking, (I invited some other famous atheists to weight in - it's pretty funny) and we got the same answers. 

(i.e. He appeared to be healthy, about the age of 29, had a past life memory of a life in the Roman era, same descriptions of what he now sees black holes as) Our interview will be part of Jennifer and my next book. 

I met Dr Medhus because I heard an EVP on one of her other interviews.  She hadn't heard it but I did. What's really mind boggling is that Dr Medhus' son took his own life. Then later he called her on her cellphone to tell he was "okay." 

She told me she didn't believe in an "afterlife" until the phone rang from an unknown caller.

 She answered it and he told her. "I'm okay, mom." She heard him. Then a medium called her and said "your son is in my living room and he told me to call you." And now here he's casually saying hi.

 His voice on the flipside. Clear as a bell. 

"I love you mom." Not a trick or an anomaly. Not a fluke. Her son Erik speaking to her but this time we can hear it

 She didn't hear it at first.

 But she does now.

It's unusual to come across an actual EVP that a mom can point to as being "the voice of her son who is no longer on the planet." The whole interview is about an hour, this clip is just a few seconds. Listen carefully. 

https://youtu.be/j78wep1UN4g?t=49m51s

Adventures in Modeming

Helping an author with some background info on Ernest Lehman, I ran across this article about the WGA's BBS system from October 1991. (Early days of the internet.) 

As published in “Written By” October 1991.

Ah, VHS.

ADVENTURES IN MODEMING

It was over a year ago when I discovered the voice in my phone Modem. I was recovering from the stinging reviews of a film I had co-written and directed called Limit Up when I discovered that Gene Siskel was the resident critic for Prodigy - the Sears computer network that includes subscribers from across the country.

I thought that Siskel had been overly critical of the film in his review, and owing to the fact that he and Ebert disagreed on every other film on their show but mine, I realized he might have been giving it a "thumbswayyyy down" in the excitement of being able to agree with Ebert on anything.

Dean Stockwell, Nancy Allen

But I was able to tell him so in front of a national audience. I posted a letter to him on the Prodigy service using my computer and phone modem, telling him what I thought of his review, and specifically what I thought he had missed in the story. And at computer terminals all across America, subscribers signed on co find the writer/director of a film publicly proclaiming that a reviewer was wrong and it was up to the audience to make up their own minds.

Siskel posted a reply that he hoped he would appreciate the next movie I make more, and explained that he wasn't paid to root for films, only to critique them. But nonetheless, what I felt had been a mean spirited attack on a friendly spirited film had been countered by the film's parent.

Ray Charles, Danitra Vance

Finally a film critic could be criticized in public for his critique. After that, Gene Siskel didn't app ear on the Prodigy service for a couple of weeks; perhaps he had a vacation coming to him. I prefer to think that he took time off to cool his hot toes.

Not much later I signed up for the MCI mail system so I could file my occasional music reviews that I was writing for Variety (which I approach with trepidation and over conscientiousness), and in perusing the MCI system I found Roger Ebert's mailbox.

Ray is God. Nancy is a Soybean Trader.

I sent him a copy of the rave Limit Up re¬ceived from Entertainment Today, rating it a B+, and asked him to consider giving the film a second viewing for his next foray into compiling movie reviews. He replied that he felt he had bent over backwards to give the film a fair review, I said that I thought calling it 'dumb, dumb, dumb' hardly constituted bending over backwards. He eventually told me that he, too, was stung by the reviews of his book about Cannes from his own newspaper.

I was happy to be able to discuss it. Usually the artist is skewered, his work ridiculed, his fortunes dashed - perhaps justifiably so, perhaps because the reviewer wasn't in the mood for that type of film on that given day - without any recourse but an angry letter to an editor or a pithy telegram.

One of our movie posters

I'll leave the values of honesty in reviewing to an in-depth study of criticism in general, I was just happy to find a voice through my computer, enabling me to have a dialogue with those who review my work.

But there are other voices to be found in my phone modem. Recently I was auditing a writing class at USC, when the subject of act breaks came up regarding the film North By Northwest. The teacher handed out an outline of where he considered the act breaks to occur, and I didn't agree with him about the end of the first act.

Ernie

So when I got home to my computer I dialed up the Writers Guild BBS and left a note to Ernest Lehman, the screenwriter of North By Northwest. What ensued was a series of letters and an on-line discussion of what constitutes an act break and whether these rules apply to his film, as well as some great stories about what it was like to work with Hitchcock and Grant. (About the first act, Ernie happened to agree with me, and I was able to report back to the class, a la Woody Allen pulling Marshall McLuhan out of a ticket line to refute a point in Annie Hall; I was able to find the voice of irrefut¬able proof inside of my modem.)

The realm of communication that was first dominated by long distance runners, then handwritten wax sealed envelopes, Western Union telegrams, and eventually faxes, now has a faster, farther-reaching, and more convenient carrier.

Ernie and Hitch

The modem has provided a way to have a long distance conversation- or at least an exchange of letters in a short amount of time - so anyone with a phone modem, computer and an ounce of determination can participate. And perhaps all parties can come away with a better understanding of each other's point of view. It may be just a matter of time before they launch a United Nations BBS so world leaders can chat each other up from time to time, and find out exactly who meant what, when, and why they said it.

Richard Martini wrote an directed “You Can't Hurry Love,” and co­wrote (with Lu Anders) and directed “Limit Up.” His modem resides in Santa Monica.

Talking to the Flipside in Real Time aboard the USS Midway

I've been speaking to people on the Flipside in real time.

With medium/intuitive Jennifer Shaffer

That is, I'm with a medium, we ask questions to, and get answers from, people no longer on the planet.

I work with Jennifer Shaffer, JenniferShaffer.com, Jennifer works with law enforcement agencies nationwide on missing person cases.  My point is, she's effective enough to have helped solve cases for law enforcement, and I've had personal experience verifying many of the details we talk about weekly.

We meet up weekly and confer with folks no longer on the planet.

We interview people who I knew, or that she knew - and ask them questions about their own experience on the flipside.  That might seem counterintuitive to some - but in my case, I'm asking the same relative questions that I ask everyone who has traveled to the flipside, so I can compare the answers.  I've asked the same relative questions through a variety of mediums, so I can compare the answers.

Outside the USS Midway

In other words, if everyone we "spoke to" on the flipside said different things about the journey and the path, that would be one result.  But what I've found is that no matter who is the medium (if they have the ability to do so) the answers we get from people on the flipside are consistent.

"Who greeted you when you crossed over?" might be one question.  I could get answers like "no one" or "Satan" or "Jesus" or "nothing" - which are all in the realm of answers - but I don't.  I get answers to the question in terms of "my father/mother/brother/sister etc" - they give me a name, and I then do the research to find out when that person died (if they've died) and then I ask the same question to the same person via a different medium.  If I got varying answers - "I was met by my Rabbi" and then "I was met by a priest" - I would report that.


But that's not what I'm getting.

Outside the Midway, a statue to Admiral Sprague (who knew Amelia Earhart was on Saipan)

I'm getting consistent answers no matter who is doing the asking or giving the replies.

Then, as people have seen me do with a number of folks, I ask average people questions about their journey or their path, hone in on one particular detail of that event, and see if it's possible to learn "new information" from what that person experienced years earlier, or decades previously.

I've done it with people who've had a near death event, but also with people who've had an odd dream or some other experience.  I just ask them questions based on my understanding of the architecture of the flipside, and see where we can go.  I have no idea if we can get anywhere - but in all the times that I've tried to do this, people do "get somewhere."

Take this weekend for example.

I tried to order a cappuccino and a slice, but this dude didn't hear me.

I was on the ship the USS Midway when I had the idea to ask a docent a question about ghosts.

We're on board the giant aircraft carrier, and I'm in the inside of the ship, down near the Captain's Quarters, and an elderly veteran is answering questions and showing people around.  I have my camera on, recording our conversation.

I thought I heard someone ask about "haunting" on the ship - and turned around and went back to record the answer.  Turns out that was not the question so I asked it; "Do you have any reports of ghosts on the ship?"

The docent laughed and said "No."  

I said "Really? Not one?  Not anyone saying they saw or heard something? You haven't seen any ghosts?"  He said "Well, I saw some ghosts once during a near death event that happened to me, but they weren't here. When I was in the hospital, and I had a heart attack."

What are the odds that I would get that answer?

I said "You had a near death experience? Who did you see?"

He said "I saw some friends of mine who died in combat."  I asked if he can remember that visual; he said he could.  I said "Well, can you see them now as I talk to you?"  He nodded, said "Sure."  I said "See if you can do this - freeze frame their image.  Can you see them clearly, like the color of their eyes?"

He said "Yes."

He said "I see the four of them in front of me."  I said, "Okay, so go closer, see if you can walk up and take one of them by the hand?"  The veteran nodded and said "Okay."  I said "Is there any sensation when you do that?"

He said "Yes there is. We were drinking buddies."  

I said "Pick one of them. What's his name?"  He said "Brad."  I said, "Is there any emotion associated with him?"

The veteran said "He sayin' "What are you doing here?"  He laughed, surprised.  

I said "Well that makes sense.  He would have known that during your death event, you weren't supposed to be there. Now see if you can walk around standing behind Brad's shoulder.  Look back at yourself.  What do you see?" 

He said "Wow. I look like I'm about 18." (He's currently in his 70's).

I said "Okay, that's interesting. Here you are your age now, looking back at yourself as a young man." 

I said "Let me ask your friend Brad a direct question and Brad, I want you to put the answer in our friend's mind. Brad, do you still exist?  Are you still around? Do you reach out to our friend here sometimes?" 

The Veteran said "He said, "Where have you been?"  

I laughed. "Does that sound like the kind of thing that he would say?"  Tears came into his eyes and he nodded. "Yeah."

I said "Okay, Brad, this is the kind of work I do, helping people to get in touch with their friends no longer on the planet. Can you do me a favor and could you put a sensation in our veteran friend here, somewhere he can feel it? Can you put a feeling in his body so that he knows that's you reaching out to him?"  

The veteran nodded. "Okay, I feel it."  

I said "So whenever you want to think of your friends, whenever you have this feeling, that's their way of reaching out to you. My research shows that when we leave here, we go home. You're the one that's still on duty. You're the one that's still on deck. Working. They went home. They're all okay."

I said "So boys. Whenever your pal here is feeling blue, lonely, whatever, tap him on the shoulder and give him that sensation. Can you do that for me, Brad? Give me a thumbs up or a thumbs down." I asked the veteran; "What do you see?"

The veteran said "He just gave me a thumbs up."  

I said "Brad, is this weird for you to be having a conversation with your old pal here on board the Midway?"  

The veteran laughed, "It is weird. But you were able to make the connection."

I said, "Well I can't see him. I didn't see his frequency - but you did and still can. And he knows yours as well. But let me give you a formula to stay in touch. 1. Say Brad's named. 2. Ask him questions you don't know the answer to. 3. When you hear an answer before you can ask the question, you'll know you've made a connection."

He smiled, took my hand in a "soul shake" - looked me in the eye and said "Thank you."

I said "Thank you!  It's what I do. And thanks to Brad and your friends for playing along."

All in five minutes below deck on the USS Midway.

Not a real docent.  An animatronic near the Captain's Quarters. He's a recording.

Whether it is the subconscious speaking or the people on the Flipside speaking - it doesn't really make a difference.  

There's no harm in paying homage to our loved ones who've gone before us, and in essence we bring them back to life when we interact with them in this fashion.

My two cents. 

Robert Beer on the Meaning of Life

Robert Beer on The Meaning of Life

From Tibetan Art.com

This is the artist who introduced me to the Flipside.  When I met him, thanks to Chuck Tebbetts​, I heard in my ear "He's why you're in London."  

I noted the thought, remembered the handshake, scattered some of Luana's ashes behind his home in the Thames. Email pals until six months later, when a tragedy brought me into his orbit.  He suggested I look into Michael Newton's work. 

This essay on the "meaning of life" is wonderful, filled with nuance and first hand experience.  If you haven't seen his tibetanart.com​ website, it's breathtaking, like his insight.

His story, and my meeting him, is recounted in the book "Flipside" with a reference to his between life session with a Newton trained therapist in London.  In it, Robert discovers he led a previous lifetime in Boston as a banker in the 1840's. But during the memory, he saw someone he knows from this lifetime.

With the help of this friend of his, we conducted an experiment.  She didn't know anything about his between life memory, or that he had been to a Michael Newton trained hypnotherapist in London.
I arranged for a therapist in NYC to do a session with her; the therapist knew nothing of Robert's session.

In her session, she recalled the same details that Robert had recalled, about their lifetime together back in the 1840's in a city he's never been to, but she currently resides in. Two individuals with different hypnotherapists, recalling the same lifetime with the same details decades apart.

Robert Beer: Life Itself is the Search for Meaning
BY EXCELLENCE REPORTER ON APRIL 4, 2018

Robert on a trip to Turkey

Nicolae Tanase: Robert, what is the meaning of life?

Robert Beer: I have come to believe that death alone reveals the true moral and ethical stature of life, and while that life is being lived this issue always hangs in the balance. We are born with amnesia, and develop without recognizing our true innate nature, or the dimensions from which we manifest as eternal beings evolving towards self-perfection. So there is no longer the need to incarnate again with amnesia.

The evidence for the continuity of existence beyond death is overwhelming, if one seriously undertakes to explore the various avenues of research into ‘Non-local Consciousness’ being revealed in our time. 

This includes all aspects of parapsychology, quantum mechanics, the evidence derived from universal reincarnation studies, after-death communication, deathbed visions, and near-death experiences. The latter relating to the deep ‘life-review’ component alluded to in my opening sentence.

Plato’s ‘Republic’ records the earliest NDE in the ‘Myth of Er’, and Socrates’ statement that, a life lived without philosophy – an unexamined life – was not worth living. Philosophy, as the ‘love of wisdom’, with its three branches; natural (physics), moral (ethics), and metaphysics (what is beyond physics), is eternally fresh and pregnant with meaning, and to believe that life has no meaning points towards an unexamined life.

So what is the meaning of life? Life itself is the search for meaning, for the cultivation of love, wisdom, compassion, sympathetic joy, equanimity, but not necessarily happiness or pleasure, which are often just intervals between two pains. 

To me and at this time of life, this contemporary research has been extremely transformative. ‘There are the learners and the learned, memory makes the one, philosophy the other’ (A. Dumas).

Way back in the 1970’s I came across some graffiti on a London railway bridge, which read: “Death can be god-orgasm if you spend your life in divine foreplay.” I can live with this.

 “When at last, in a single flash, you attain to full realization, you will only be realizing the Buddha-nature that has been with you all the time; and by all the foregoing stages you will have added nothing to it at all. You will come to look on those eons of work and achievement as no better than unreal actions performed in a dream. Your true nature is something never lost to you in moments of delusion, nor is it gained at the moment of enlightenment.”

(Huang Po, 9th century)

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~Robert Beer first first began to study and practice Tibetan thangka painting in India and Nepal between 1970-76, and was one of the first westerners to become actively involved in this field. 

Since then he has devoted most of his life to studying the iconography and symbolism of Indo-Tibetan Vajrayana Buddhist deities. Over the past twenty years he has been actively involved with some of the finest contemporary Newar artists of the Kathmandu Valley, and has assembled a unique collection of their work. 

Apart from his continuing work with Indo-Tibetan iconography, he is also deeply involved in researching all aspects of the afterlife, especially the enhanced consciousness and enduring transformative effects of the near-death experience. 

His illustrations have been published and widely ‘pirated’ in hundreds of books and websites, and he is the author and illustrator of The Encyclopedia of Tibetan Symbols and Motifs, and The Handbook of Tibetan Buddhist Symbols.

www.TibetanArt.com


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