Happy Birthday Luana!

Time, they say, heals all wounds. 

I'm aware of the fact that I'm older now than she was when she took her last breath on the planet... but I'm also aware (as are fans of "Flipside: A Tourist's Guide On How To Navigate the Afterlife "It's a Wonderful Afterlife: Further Adventures in the Flipside" and "Hacking the Afterlife" are) that she's kept in touch all these years.  

And just yesterday - I spoke to her. 

By that I mean I was meeting with my pal Jennifer Medlyn Shaffer (a medium/intuitive) and we were doing a live interview with a mutual friend of me and Luana's... one of her oldest pals, a very successful film person. He's speaking to us on Skype - this person specifically wanted to speak to a few old friends - when I asked Jennifer if "perhaps Luana could come forward" to help assist us.  

with Dennis Hopper in "Night Tide"

And she did - with her wit, she made her old pal laugh and cry, and gave some criticism about a film project this person is  working on ("open your heart more in the 3rd act." ) 

Just prior to arrival at jennifer's office, I had thought to myself "Well, it's Luana's birthday tomorrow, I wonder if we can get her to come by to speak to us..." and I added a subconscious question - which was "How does it work for you over on the Flipside to prepare or gear up to talk to us over here?"  

And before I could get past the word "how..." she replied (in my head) "It's just like preparing for an acting role." (Luana appeared in over 30 films, 300 tv shows) "You bring up all the memories you have associated with that person, and then appear to them in that role as they knew you while you were alive." - 

I recounted that story during the interview, and Jennifer turned to me and said "Yes. She's saying just that as you speak.  Just like an acting role."  

The idea is - we've had many lifetimes here, we've played many roles - so if someone asks about you, who knew you at a particular time and place in their life, the person who is "being called upon" gears themselves up by accessing the memories of how they looked, how they appeared, all of the details that get filed away... so that the loved one can see and sense or hear them as they once knew them.  

With my pal in Rome

That my friends - and her friends - is a small gift from Luana on her birthday.

Flipside and Choosing Your Parents

Appearing with George Noory June 27th at the Great Greek in Sherman Oaks.  What fun!
Here's a link to my appearances with George on Coast to Coast.  More details to follow....

Meanwhile:

Saw a young woman sobbing on the street yesterday. I stopped and asked if I she was ok. 

She said "I'm sorry. I don't think you can help." 

I said "Maybe talking can help." 

She said "I just heard my dad is smoking crack again."

Hanging with George Noory.

I asked if he'd been arrested or was ill. She said "No. He's back in rehab. I heard it from my sister." 

I said "I'm sorry you both have to go through that. But may I ask you a personal question?" She said "Sure."

I asked "Why did you choose him as your dad?" 

Latest tome.

She paused. Looked at me with her purple hair and nose ring. 

"I don't understand the question." 

I said "Just try and open yourself up to the answer. If it was possible; why do you think you chose your parents... this particular mom and dad?"

She said "To learn how not to behave. To understand what I didn't want to become. To learn from their mistakes." 

I said "Well then, it sounds like you chose wisely. It's not easy for him to learn the lessons he's signed up for, just as it's not easy for you to sign up to learn lessons from the both of them. 

But maybe you've done it for a reason you don't consciously know, but agreed to learn. Sometimes people say they learned how to heal others after recovering from an illness."

I got lucky in choosing this guy.

She said "I've heard something like that before. That we attract those things and people we need to learn from." 

I said "So maybe that's why I stopped to talk with you."

She wiped her tears and said "Thank you. I feel much better now." 

I said "Thanks for sharing your story. First time I've ever heard that particular sentence; "My dad's back on crack." 

She laughed.

Mission accomplished.

Documentary version at Amazon. 

In posting this story, some pals weighed in - and these were my replies:

Scott: I was adopted at birth. I have never met another blood relative, but my entire life I have felt as though I am where I am supposed to be, with the parents who were meant to be mine.


Rich: Cool. I've filmed people under deep hypnosis, both adopted and adopters, who claim they could see that they had chosen their families. It seems counterintuitive, but I think it's related to quantum entanglement. The idea that those individuals you know and love from previous lives are on the planet and somehow they "seek" each other out. Like magnets. Either way it's consistently reported that we choose (agree, ask, plan) the circumstances of our being here. Reports have been gathered via transcripts of hypnosis sessions, interviews with near death survivors, etc. ("Flipside," has the adoptee info.) Pretty mind blowing.

Gayle: Doing God's work


Rich: Well, to be fair, just saw a woman in distress on the sidewalk in front of Starbucks. I was sharing science with her. (Consistent reports that are repeated in the work of Dr. Wambach, Michael Newton and others.) But during one filmed session (in "It's a Wonderful Afterlife") a woman asked "what or who is God?" 

And her "spirit guide" said "God is beyond the capacity of the human brain; it's too complex. However you can experience god if you open your heart to all people and things." 

So yes, if that's accurate, then it isn't only that "God is love" - but love, the ineffable term we can't define, is what God is. When you share science you are sharing love (of humanity, of the planet, of existence) my two cents.

Richard: Wonderful. I'm so glad we choose you as our neighbor:) (from my old neighbor)


Rich: It's funny how when we have that feeling when you meet someone "I feel like I've known you forever." Sometimes it's with a "soulmate" sometimes with your literal "mate." ("Check, mate?") 

I've found if you really examine it - that conscious moment when you felt that way about someone - you find the seeds of this research. How could you "know" someone you've just met? How does that feeling of comfort - often described as "home" - square with the linear time line of our journey? 

So the idea "there are no mistakes" or "there's no such thing as coincidence" may be rooted in that quantum reality. "Oh no, not YOU again!?" (Just kidding) In my case I get that a lot.

And finally:

Rich: Six degrees of Kevin Bacon. I found this woman's profile on Facebook, and we have two mutual friends. 

(Were the friends somehow spiritually involved, quantum entangle-mentally involved in my stopping to speak to her? Remains to be seen.)  My two cents.

A dream within a dream

Took me a long time to encounter this poem by the one and only,the great Edgar Allan Poe.

I was reading his Wiki entry - it's a good read, and gives much more detail than many of the cites about him.

He was 40 when he wrote this  poem.  He was 47 when he wrote "the Raven" his most famous poem. He was off the planet by 49. But the poem reads like a man who has either seen his fate, met his higher self, or seen the flipside.

Poe. Wiki pic.

Poe had a history of lung problems in his family - TB - he may or may not have died of it, but his reputation of being a drunk, drug addict, or other myth seems common for the time - many in his family died of drink and other maladies common in the era.  He was just simply an excellent writer, who loved life (one of his wives left him because of all the illegitimate children he reportedly had, according to wiki) and appears to have had a lot of fun while in it.

On October 3, 1849, Poe was found delirious on the streets of Baltimore, "in great distress, and... in need of immediate assistance", according to Joseph W. Walker who found him. He was taken to the Washington Medical College where he died on Sunday, October 7, 1849 at 5:00 in the morning. Poe was never coherent long enough to explain how he came to be in his dire condition and, oddly, was wearing clothes that were not his own. He is said to have repeatedly called out the name "Reynolds" on the night before his death, though it is unclear to whom he was referring. Some sources say that Poe's final words were "Lord help my poor soul". All medical records have been lost, including his death certificate.

Now. Let's take this apart for a moment - one of the greatest mystery writers ever, who was fond of doing ciphers and mysteries - winds up in "dire condition" wearing someone else's clothes - (How did he get into someone else's clothes? Unless he was naked somewhere else?) And calling out the name "Reynolds."

Yours truly speaking flipside at San Diego Iands

It's like he left behind a puzzle that no one has ever bothered to unravel. "Some sources" say his final words were "Lord help my poor soul" - but we have no idea what he meant by that, or if indeed he said it. 

However, the Guardian posted this following article in 2007 - using some news reports of after Poe's body was moved - they claimed to have seen that his "brain did not deteriorate."  Modern forensics point to a tumor that did not disintegrate, that resembled the brain.

The unusual thing is - it's my contention that no one dies, that everyone is accessible.  Even Edgar.  The trick is to find someone who could access him - perhaps through an item of clothing (sometimes helps mediums or intuitives) but following the logic of my "Flipside" books - some form of our energy is retained by photographs or written materials.  So any photograph of Poe would do - as every photo contains some holographic piece of time with regard to the person in the photograph (or so claim various people while under deep hypnosis accessing the "flipside.") (See above).

So here's Edgar's photo.  Anyone out there want to weigh in on who "Reynolds" was?

I would argue - because look, no one is debating me here, so I can argue whatever I want - but I would argue that if indeed Poe had a "brain tumor" and was dying of cancer in the brain (common enough in the era) that what really happened was that the "filters" or "partitions" that keep people from accessing the flipside had dropped, and he was accessing someone that he knows on the other side.

Where's the science for this?

(Dr Bruce Greyson's talk about Consciousness and the brain)

Well this talk is reproduced in "It's a Wonderful Afterlife" in the interview with Dr. Bruce Greyson (UVA - same school as Poe!) where he points out the medical histories of patients in England who just prior to death remember all kinds of events, faces and names - when their brains have atrophied due to dementia.  That when the autopsies are done after their death - they "should not" have been able to access these memories.  But somehow they did.

In terms of Flipside research, they were accessing the "mind" which retains all of our memories - from this lifetime and others - and can be accessed under deep hypnosis, or sometimes during an "outside consciousness event" like with hallucinogens, or near death events.  For that particular cite, I point you to Dr. Greyson's excellent youtube talk "Is Consciousness Produced by the Brain?"

He argues that while it appears that certain things are produced by the brain, there are other events, memories, that are not.

Including "Reynolds."

I would further argue that the name Reynolds came from Edgar Allan Poe's youth.  How could I prove that? Well Edgar's parents were from Ireland.  They were both actors, and he is reportedly named after a character in a Shakespeare play.  His mother died of consumption at an early age, his father left the scene - so he was raised by a wealthy uncle (John Allan).  

Here's where Reynolds comes from in Eire: Reynolds
(County Letrim) Poe's grandfather was from the county next to the county where Reynolds is from. Cavan.

Is it odd to imagine that having been born and raised in Boston by an Irish family, he might have known someone in his youth named Reynolds - from the very next county his family came from - and that friend in Boston was there to greet him on the Flipside, when he crossed over?

Famous Last words?

Steve Jobs; "Oh wow. Oh Wow. Oh Wow." 

Napoleon: "Josephine!"

Poe: "Reynolds!"

The other day, I was interviewing someone I know who died recently. I was with Jennifer Shaffer doing the interview in our usual place, and I asked this friend of mine "So what was it like when you died?"  He said "I saw my father."  I said "So that's how you knew you had died?"  He said "when I saw my father, who I knew was dead, I realized that I also must be dead."

My pal died during an operation - so it's not something anyone was planning, or fearing, including himself.  But nice to know that his dad was there to greet him.

Here's Edgar's Poem that I ran across yesterday and wanted to comment on:

A Dream Within a Dream  
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE (written 1840)

"Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?  
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp 
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?"

So let's take it apart a bit, shall we?

"Take this kiss upon thy brow" - who do you kiss on the brow? People who are departing from this life.  "His elder brother Henry had been in ill health, in part due to problems with alcoholism, and he died on August 1, 1831." (wiki)

He's not giving this person a kiss on the lips - so it's not a lover. Could be a relative - could be someone you would normally "kiss on the brow" - especially someone who is ill.

So did his brother say to him "Edgar, you're the lucky one - your days on the planet have been a dream!" As in - fortunate.  Perhaps. Or perhaps he's telling him that "life is but a dream" - (merrily merrily merrily merrily).  The song "Row Row Row Your Boat" was written down for the first time in 1852, but had been a "Popular tune for years." Wiki: "Row Your Boat" Origins:
It has been suggested that the song may have originally arisen out of American minstrelsy. The earliest printing of the song is from 1852..."  So perhaps Edgar is referring to the popular children's son: "Merrily, life is but a dream."

So perhaps he's referring to the idea that we roll along merrily in this dream state of life.

Then the reference to a night, a "vision" and then "none" - what brings on visions?  If it's true that he had brain cancer - and a tumor as noted above - perhaps he was already hallucinating.  But dreams bring on visions - but visions are not dreams, they're another word we use to describe something more vivid "more than a dream."

"Visions" - are common in people seeing events or people on the flipside - people who have vivid dreams, or lucid dreaming - sometimes see the world from outside their bodies. Out of body experiences. Floating around the room.  That too is a "dream within a dream." Perhaps he was already having "out of body experiences."

Lots of sand down there.

But then he gets to the heart of the matter; time.

"I hold in my hand... the grains of sand..." Well, some have said this was a reference to the Gold Rush (really?) but obviously it's referring to the time piece we know as life.  What if we could grasp the grain of sand more firmly in our hand? Would we be able to stop time? Or the death of a loved one?

"Can I not save one from the pitiless wave?"

So there you have it - time is like the ocean, we are but the grains of sand on the beach, and the waves come in and pulls us back out... alas...

But aha!

The waves deposit us AGAIN upon the shore. Don't they? And perhaps we're involved with the where and when and decision to return back to this beach.

At least that's what the flipside research shows.

My two cents on Edgar.