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)
"Its a Wonderful Afterlife" is on sale via Amazon (www.flipsidethebook.com) I watched the Capra film the other night, annual tradition, and I was asked the story that Capra recounted about the genesis of the film (and how I came upon the title for my book.) Frank says in his book "Name Above the Title" he started deflecting meetings by telling his agent "I'm not feeling well." He had spent a fortune fighting his boss Harry Cohn for stealing his name and putting it on films in England ("Frank Capra presents" even though he had nothing to do with the films.) Capra was exhausted from the lengthy court battle (which Cohn eventually settled, but the scene where George Bailey screams at his kids and destroys the bridge model is based on what Capra did after losing the first round. He says he screamed at his family, then went up the hill behind his house and was so filled with rage it made him nauseous.) Capra said once he started telling people he "wasn't feeling well" he wasn't feeling well, and doctors came to see him and couldn't tell him what his problem was. But it was so bad, he says he was at death's door - lying in bed, refusing to get out, or see anyone. And then one day his assistant Max told him that "someone was here to see him" but the man wouldn't give a name and insisted on coming up to his bedroom. Capra says he crawled out of bed to go to the next door room where the man was sitting. He described him as a short bald man with glasses, but a nondescript face. He had never seen the man before, and neither had Max. But the man started railing at Capra saying "You have to get out of bed. You're in there feeling sorry for yourself, when people out in the world need your talent." Capra says that Max had the radio on, and he could hear Hitler shouting in the next room. The bald man said "You hear that man shouting hatred in the next room? How many people can he reach with his voice? A million? You can reach tens of millions of people in the dark in a theater." He told Capra to "stop feeling sorry for himself, to get out of bed and get back to doing what you were put on Earth to do." Capra says after the man left, Capra called his writing partner and the two of them drove out to Two Bunch Palms and locked themselves into a room until they hammered out "It's a Wonderful Life." (Capra said the studio purchased a self published book which is credited in the film, but Capra claims it was this little man who inspired his film.) Years later, when National Security Advisor in the Reagan administration Robert McFarlane tried to commit suicide, he got a copy of the film in the mail from someone anonymously. (Perhaps from Reagan himself? Makes sense).
Robert "Bud" McFarlane
But watching the film made McFarlane realize he had more things in life to live for - (Bud is still alive, still kicking) - but he says he never knew who sent him the videotape. Perhaps a little bald man with a nondescript face? Merry Christmas!https://youtu.be/lxNXtjGY_Us
Very hard to see the string of life that connects us all to everyone else. Hard to see that it "takes a village" for good things to happen, as well as bad.
SM Sunset
In light of the recent events in San Bernardino, it's hard to see any sense from something that's so painful or diffcult to wrap our minds around. How does all this pain and suffering relate to our current journey in life? It takes a village for these kinds of events to occur - looking the other way, watching someone you know purchase tons of ammo (His father is quoted as saying "When I saw my son with a gun, I said "In 45 years in America, I never needed a gun" to which his son replied "Your loss." Obviously he'd been angry for awhile.) It takes a village for these events to occur, from the indiscriminate drone strikes to the angry woman who seeks revenge, to the person selling tons of ammo to anyone who wants it, to the postman who delivers it and doesn't care why. It's hard to examine why events like these occur on a spiritual level, but it behooves us to look at the research. I'm fond of writing "Well, I don't know why this person acted this way because I'm not in his or her soul group." (You'd have to have read "Flipside" and "It's a Wonderful Afterlife" to allow me that point of view, and apologies to those of you who have not. It doesn't come lightly.) In my research people report previous lifetimes where tragic events occurred, but from a soul perspective they talk about how and why they signed up to participate in them. I can tell you that in the transcripts of the over 25 sessions I've filmed and documented, there are many tales of people remembering difficult, painful previous lives, and they discuss "why" they chose them - and even when they said they chose that lifetime, they observe that perhaps it was more difficult than they thought. For example my pal Howard Schultz (television producer) did a between life session some years ago. And in it he remembered a lifetime where he was a young Jewish girl living in Denmark, who was deporated and sent to die in Dachau. He was asked why he chose such a difficult lifetime and he said "to experience the dark." He said that he'd had so many lifetimes that were filled with light, it was important for him "to remember the dark" and that he'd agreed to partipate in that dark period.
Howard on a panel
However, he said, it had altered him in a profound way - he said that the events were so dark, that it had "scorched his soul." The hypnotherapist (Scott De Tamble, lightbetweenlives.com) asked him if there was any way to help him with that wound. Howard said "They're taking me to the "river of souls" and I'm walking out into it, and I'm being healed by it." I'd never heard of anyone describing a river during these sessions, much less a river of souls - but I understood what Howard was trying to express. That by walking into that river, he was able to sooth and heal a psychic wound. Unfortunately for those who knew him, Howard passed away suddenly a year ago. The tributes to his life and journey have been nothing shy of amazing, as he moved and touched many people he worked with. He also observed during his between life session another reason he had named his company "lighthearted entertainment" - as it helped "bring people into the light through laughter." What about someone who hasn't had one of those sessions, and yet is able to affect people in a profound way? I heard of one such instance this past weekend. About six months ago, a close friend was outside a Whole Foods grocery store in our hometown of Santa Monica and witnessed a homeless man being arrested for "stealing food." She instantly saw what the problem was - this man was hungry and couldn't afford to pay for the basic foods he had lifted. On the spot she asked if she could pay for them. But the store manager said "no" as the police had already been called. She pleaded with the officer to let him go, but the officer said it was "out of his hands." He had to arrest the guy and bring him downtown. (My friend had experienced what being arrested was about - she had once been arrested during a protest to save trees in our hometown, and the brutality of the prison guard, who wouldn't let her use the restroom or make a call for six hours was traumatic.) So she did her best to stop this process from happening, and when it happened anyway, she took to the telephone to protest. She called the store manager who told her to call corporate headquarters. And at Whole Foods corporate headquarters she got someone who was sympathetic, but really couldn't do anything to change this particular case. However, she thanked her for making the call and said "If anything like this comes up again, please give me a call." This past weekend, there was the annual Christmas event at the Veterans Hospital here in Santa Monica. And one of her co-workers was organizing it, but suddenly got off the phone and said that for some reason they had lost their sponsor, and the event was happening in only a few days and they lost a sponsor!
Annual Xmas event at the VA in West LA
So she remembered this woman's words, got her on the phone, and quickly Whole Foods took over the sponsorship, and supplied 3000 items (for free) to these veterans and their families who attended the event in Santa Monica. When I heard the story, I said "that's amazing that you did that for these people." She said, "Oh I didn't do it. I just made a phone call to the people who did it." Ah, but that's the point. It takes a village to help someone. It takes a village to hurt someone. But if you do that one gesture, that one thing that will help another person today, that's the kind of healing and helping hand we all need. It required that poor homeless guy to steal some food (she paid for it anyway) so that she could make that call to find that person who would later become the sponsor. The woman even said "We plan these events at least a couple of years in advance, but because it's for Veterans, we'll step in." So credit where credit is due. That woman is my dear wife, mother of our two kids; Sherry. And she made some people very happy this weekend, but won't take credit for it. However, she deserves to be applauded for her efforts. If she hadn't tried to save that homeless fellow, she wouldn't have the woman's phone number.
Sherry not taking credit.
It does take a village, but at least one villager has to step up.
It's a good day when we can give thanks, when we stop to consider how we got here. And a note about HackingTheAfterlife.com I've filmed 25 people under deep hypnosis now, and just about every one of those sessions, the person asks their "guides" - "How am I doing?" Meaning, "Am I on the right path? What should I be doing differently?" And nearly every time the guides respond with "You're on the right path. You're doing exactly what you signed up for. Give yourself some credit for getting this far." How do we give ourselves some credit? By giving thanks. By noticing where we are on the planet, and how we got to be where we are at this very moment. Could be with help from loved ones, family - and a good reason to celebrate them, to honor them, to remember them. Recently I've made friends with a mathematician. We were talking about his life and his path and his journey - and I said to him "Well, I know this is going to sound odd to you, but I've filmed a number of sessions with people where they claim to see geometric shapes that the visible eye can't see. Further, they claim that these shapes or fractals contain information, or data, or somehow are linked to our previous lifetimes here. People have compared them to "portable hard drives" that travel with us during our lifetimes to help us have access to events that happened previously, functioning as "ball bearings" that help keep our machinery working."
Typical fractal
I half expected him to burst into laughter. Instead, he said "I see them all the time." I asked "while you're dreaming?" He said "No, I see them when I'm conscious. Out of the corner of my eye. And I have a number of colleagues who see them as well. It's not something we normally talk about, but I have met others." So here is a gentleman, a man who works in math on theoretical physics, on quantum theory, confirming something that I found in my research while listening to people under deep hypnosis. That's the reason I'm working on this new book "Hacking the Afterlife." They idea is to take information that I've discovered there, and then ask people who've never been hypnotized, or who we might not expect to have any knowledge of these events, and see what we can learn from them. I asked the mathematician to draw one. He did. Looked like a series of waves over a DNA Hexamer. I asked him what the lines contained. He said "I don't know. But this is what I've seen." I asked if it was possible that they contained data. He didn't know, but figured it was possible. Yesterday I was talking to someone who works in the medical industry, helping create conferences for surgeons and doctors wordwide. This person's background is firmly rooted in materialist science. Yet, after a few minutes talking about the research in my afterlife studies, she said "Well, I heard a voice speak to me once - it saved my life." I told her about Gary Schwartz's experience - the Harvard Professor was driving in a car with his wife when he heard someone say "Put on your seatbelts." He told his wife to put on her belt, and minutes later they were rear ended, and the belts saved their lives. He's spent the rest of his career trying to figure out what the science is behind that voice. (I suggested to him that he might want to focus on "who" the voice was.) This person agreed with me - as she said she recognized the voice of the person who told her to "slow down" while she was driving in a forest in Europe. She did, and just missed a car accident. She said three different times this same voice has spoken to her, always related to driving, always a male voice. (I suggested perhaps it was time to "slow down" in general.) But she couldn't place who the male voice was - guessed it was someone close to her - but could not identify the voice beyond that it had saved her life a number of times. What's going on? Well, on one hand, by using hypnotherapy, we can get to the source of these questions. Once you understand the architecture of the flipside, the general idea of how things work after we check off the planet, you can ask questions about it. And ask questions to people who are no longer on the planet about it. So if you're interested in hearing more, seeing more, please visit and donate to my gofundme page - at HackingTheAfterlife.com Thanks for all the donations already, and have a great Thanksgiving!!! RM
As we pick up the shell casings, wash away the blood, turn off the news from the horror of it all. We'll point fingers at others, try to make sense of tragedy, try to remember what Paris was like before. We search for answers, curse god, curse our brothers, curse the bullets, the bombs, the drones, the dead, those who drove us here, those who've driven this bus, our bus into a ditch. We weep for Paris, city of light, city of love, crazy city of jazz, of singing, dining, art, stunning beauty brought to its knees by a handful of lost, unhappy, unloved, bereft souls. How did their world become so dark they feel the urge to darken the rest of us? Guns will be reloaded, drones will be sent, warbucks spent, more blood spilled, terror breeds terror. I weep for Paris, i weep for the past, my past, my friends, who live in this city. But i weep also for my world, my planet, my children who will never know the Paris i knew, who now live in a world of rage. Would knowing that we dont die, that we choose our lifetimes no matter how difficult, help? I dont know. All i can say is, Converse with the ghosts of Per Lachaise cemetery. They can tell you, Paris will rise again. That Paris is okay, and she will recover, standing atop that heap of hate, waving that magnificent banner of red, white and blue. Vive la France! Was at an event this morning, and the people involved asked everyone to stand and sing "Imagine" in honor of the Paris bombings. Imagine by John Lennon and the Plastic Ono Band Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today... Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace... You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world... You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one Pianist Plays 'Imagine' Outside Bataclan, Uniting Parisians In Moment Of Peace He rolled up a grand piano and played to a crowd of journalists and onlookers.
Reporter, The Huffington Post Posted: 11/14/2015 11:12 AM EST | Edited: 1 hour ago The day after a series of attacks in Paris killed more than 120, a man rolled up a piano outside the city's Bataclan theater and played John Lennon's "Imagine." CNN's Hala Gorani reported on it live from the scene Saturday during the CNN morning show "New Day." The sounds of the piano can be heard in the background of her report. "There's a grand piano that was just rolled out in the middle of the crowd and in the middle of this group of journalists and someone playing 'Imagine' by John Lennon -- quite loudly, so perhaps you watching us all over the world, can hear it," Gorani said. German news site Sudkurier identified the man as German pianist Davide Martello, based on a tweet in which Martello said he would be playing Paris, rather than appearing as planned on Saturday in the German city of Konstanz.
Martello, who goes by the nickname Klavier Kunst, then tweeted out a link to the Sudkurier piece with a message in English. He posted identical messages on his Facebook page. "Imagine," the title song of Lennon's 1971 solo album, remains one of the world's most famous peace anthems. Its lyrics ask us to imagine a world of unity and harmony. It specifically speaks about removing nationalist and religious prejudices. "Imagine there's no countries / It isn't hard to do," Lennon sings. "Nothing to kill or die for / And no religion too / Imagine all the people / Living life in peace." At least 89 people died in the attack on the Bataclan theater on Friday night. It is the site of the deadliest in a series of gun attacks and bombings across Paris that have killed at least 129 people. Martello has a history of taking his piano to socially significant events. He played an extended set at the protests in Istanbul's Gezi Park in June 2013. "My goal is to travel around the whole world with my grand piano and to inspire people in the middle of the streets," Martello wrote on his Facebook page. "I compose my own stuff usually in the street or daydreams."
