It Is The Season To Explore The Unknown!

This is the time of year that the days get shorter and the nights are filled with campfires and spooky stories. We share tales of the unexplained or perhaps about glimpses of other dimensions.  Perhaps you too have encountered some other-worldly strangeness, something you could not explain?  Whether it was paranormal or even just some synchronicity which left you scratching your head, I think we have all experienced something for which we have no answer and yet our experience is very real.  For your reading pleasure the members of our Communications Team have shared some of their own stories of the unexplained. Enjoy!  Happy Halloween!

I Believe You

Pam Rodolph H.W.,M.

“Let’s do it. I’ve heard about it, never believed the stories though.”

“I don’t know. I’ve heard it could be dangerous,” Pat said, balking at the wisdom of possibly inviting danger into our house.

“If anything happens, we’ll stop. Come on”, I pleaded.

“What about you, Judy?” Pat was always the cautious one. She wanted everyone to have a say-so.

“Oh, I’m in. I don’t believe any of that stuff anyway,” Judy assured us.

I had found a Ouija board in the garage of the rental place Judy and I occupied. I thought people who talked about experiencing strange things with a Ouija board were just trying to grab attention. In my mind, it was a game you bought at the local toy store.

We sat down, put our fingers on the planchette, and waited. Pretty soon we were accusing each other of moving the planchette as it began to race from one corner to the diagonally opposite one and back. We were busy loudly denying we were the culprit when the planchette slowed down and began to spell something.

“Judy, be brave.” We came to a crashing halt, stunned. I finally broke the silence and asked, “Why?”

The board proceeded to move the planchette over various letters, spelling out, “Judy, you are sick. Go to the doctor.” Staring at each other in bewilderment, Judy said, “I can’t be sick. I feel fine. In fact, better than fine.” Although we agreed that none of us were deliberately moving the planchette, we were still suspect of it, I guess you could say.

We “played” with the Ouija board all afternoon, asking it various questions having nothing to do with the board’s proclamation about Judy. We questioned whether there was a name they went by. The board spelled, “You can call me Sue.” We asked Sue who had first moved the planchette when it raced back and forth. She had one short reply, “Jerk”.

My sister and her husband were going through a rough patch. I asked Sue if they were going to divorce. She answered, “No, Jon is a good man.” She said nothing about my sister, but I guess he kept them together since they never divorced and are happy to this day.

We sat discussing various subjects, one day, not paying much attention to the board in front of us. I had discovered Hitler and I had the same birthday and many similar astrological signs. I was telling this to Pat and Judy, lamenting that I was just like him, when the planchette began to move. It spelled, “Not even close”. That was a great relief!

For a few weeks, we carried on conversations with Sue about anything that came to mind. And each time we met to use the board, Sue asked Judy to go to the doctor. And each time, Judy insisted she felt fine, even good—until she didn’t. About two months after our initial connection with Sue, Judy began to experience exhaustion. I looked her over and froze when I saw her neck and felt her vastly enlarged neck lymph nodes. I was so mad, all I could do was stand and scream at her for not seeing how enlarged her lymph nodes were. “Didn’t you even think to check!”

I once read a book on cancer written by an M.D./Psychologist who suggested people who are meek are usually the ones who contract cancer. They are laid back and appear not to get upset. They get taken advantage of, easily. They don’t buck the system or create conflict or put themselves in the line of fire. Many of those have a dependence on one parent or another. If that parent dies of cancer, almost without fail, the child/grown-up will die of cancer approximately 18 months later. Survivors of cancer don’t completely depend on someone else to ensure their health. They take an active part in their own survival, questioning the doctors, no matter how annoying it is for the doctor, reading books, researching any chemicals used in their body, etc. Maybe one scenario tells consciousness we want to live, while the other seems to say “I’m not interested”.

In any case, Judy fit the profile of “meekness” to a T. I never saw her mad in all the time I knew her. I was reactionary and ready to charge into the fray anytime I felt someone challenge me, but Judy seemed not to notice, which explains why someone else had to discover her oversized lymph nodes. She was so used to accepting things as a way of staying safe—her protective maneuvers—that she was often overly submissive, often allowing life to just roll over her without protest. She died 18 months after burying her mother, the one person she was most dependent on, who had also died of cancer.

Now, whenever I hear someone speak of a supernatural occurrence, I no longer reduce them to being unworthy of consideration through disparaging judgments. I no longer doubt them. I just put it in a category of, “Have not yet experienced.”

After Judy died, the board no longer spelled anything of sense. And since I had heard about many harmful experiences from others who had also played with the board, I no longer doubted them. I made a bonfire and burned the board. But if, on this Halloween night, you encounter any supernatural experiences, come tell me your tale--I’ll believe you.

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The House

Mara Pennell H.W.

I was very excited.  I was moving out of my parent’s house into my own place for the very first time.  Coupled with the giddy feeling of freedom was the excitement of putting together my own place.  I had picked out an old dining set from a used furniture store in Kansas City, Kansas.  It consisted of a large buffet, a table with two leaves to make it bigger, and six chairs, two with arms.  It fit the house.  It was the right period.  The house had been built in 1923.  One of the old catalog houses sold by Sears and Roebuck.  Everything else I owned was hand-me-downs from my family.

I shared the house with my bestie, Michelle.  We had met in Ms. Smith’s English class in 8th grade and we had been nearly inseparable since.  She and I just always got along.  We still do.  Life-long friends.

Neither of us had a lot to hang on the wall, but I did have a couple of things and so did Michelle.  Together we decided to hang them.  After hanging a few things, we decided to take a break.  I placed the hammer in the top drawer of the buffet, while we took our Coca-Cola break from decorating.  After a brief respite, we decided to go back to decorating.  We walked over to the buffet and opened the drawer to find… nothing—empty—no hammer!

Now, you need to understand there was NOTHING else in the drawer.  I had the furniture but did not yet have anything to store in the buffet and we both knew I had placed the hammer in that drawer.  Thinking we were losing our minds, we searched every inch of the 850-square-foot house. We came back to the top drawer on the buffet and opened it.  There was the hammer.  We stared at each other.  Was someone playing a joke? We were alone in the house and had not separated during our break, so I knew Michelle was not playing a joke.  We had no explanation.

This, by itself, is a bit odd, but it was not the only experience we had in the house.  I knew I wasn’t crazy because whatever the cause, it preferred witnesses.  Thank goodness, because I would have otherwise thought I was losing my mind.  Little things would often disappear and then reappear in odd places.  This happens.  What doesn’t usually happen is for the front door, a heavy, old oak door to loudly unbolt its own deadbolt and not only open before our eyes, but then close.  This was witnessed by four people.  The funniest occurrence for me was the night the stereo turned itself on and clicked the starter on the record player and then proceeded to play the Best of Bread album that was still on the turntable.  Michelle’s fiance’ looked at me in amazement and said. “Well, I think we are going to bed.”  I think he was a little unnerved because he had not believed our previous stories.  See, I told you!

Do you know what surprised me?  It wasn’t really scary. Mentally you think what appears to be haunting would be scary right? I mean you watch movies where weird things happen and some of those people are terrified.  But, I can honestly say that whatever the cause of these strange occurrences, we were perplexed, but not frightened by them.  Still, there was no apparent explanation.

The other thing that would often happen when I went to bed at night was the sensation of someone sitting on my bed and placing a hand on my left calf as one might do to comfort a child.  Was it a ghost?  I honestly don’t know.  I never saw an apparition, but there was some sort of energy at work.

The biggest and final occurrence was on the day I moved out.  I had been accepted by the University of Nebraska at Lincoln to continue my college degree.  My friends Phil and Susan were helping me fill the U-Haul.  There was a bunch of us going up to move me in and visit a friend nearby.  As the last box was loaded into the U-Haul, there was a deafening noise that emanated from the house.  The front door was still open because it was a nice day and we had been going in and out.  It sounded as if an enormous shelf of glass jars had been pushed over onto concrete and everything smashed.  We stood there wide-eyed and stared at each other.  Then we ran back inside the now-empty house.  We covered it from top to bottom and found nothing amiss. 

I don’t believe Consciousness ever dies.  Was this the consciousness of someone reaching out to us?  If so I am not certain of the message.  Maybe it was just that.  That consciousness never dies.  I hope the loud crash was just their way of telling me goodbye and that they would miss me.  I think about it from time to time and Michelle and I still talk about living there.  The best part?  It makes a great story this time of year.

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100% Knowing

Sara Walker H.W.

I woke up about 4:15 that morning, which was unusual for me in my forties. I checked for a full bladder....nope, not happening. A dream? Couldn’t bring any to mind. There had to be a rational explanation. I didn’t like untidy loose ends back then, or even now. 

Dawning in my awareness, slipping past my frantic search for a reason, I saw my dad coming through. I suddenly knew he had just died. He had been seriously ill for quite a while, but not knocking on Death’s door, at least as far as I knew. At that moment, my certainty of knowing was 100%. I still feel it deeply when I recollect lying on the bed that early morning. 

My late husband Bill had been sleeping beside me. He aroused himself
as I told him of Dad’s death. He embraced me as I related this rare-for-me psychic experience. I felt Bill’s loving acceptance, remarkable to me under the circumstances. 

Bill, originally from a small village in Scotland, was usually in scared
denial of his kenspeckle psychic ability (Scottish word for ‘conspicuous’).
Yet he had accepted my synchronous certain-knowing of when Dad died, as well as his daughter’s gift of precognition. He simply could not allow it to surface in himself. 

As dawn was breaking, I called Mom, who confirmed Dad’s death at 4:15 a.m. and filled me in on the details. Before this happened, I believed other people could have psychic experiences, but I could not. Now I realized for the first time, that I too had such an encounter, and possibly I could have another—in synchronous communication, beyond distance or time, and beyond explanation. 

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A Cosmic Awakening

Alex Gambeau H.W.,m.

It took place in what I think was 1973, I do know it was in the fall. The Prosperos had what were called the Pinnacle classes going on at this time. These were a series of classes led by Thane. They started with Advance Seminar and went through Crown Mysteries. It took six weeks to take all of the classes. It was an intense time. I felt as if energy was building up in me. 

I took all the classes in the series. Prior to Crown Mysteries was  Life Class. I think it was a one-day class. After two or three hours we took a lunch break. This gave time for the volunteers to set up three or four projectors. When we returned from our lunch break, as part of the class we watched erotic movies of couples, threesomes, and groups, in sexual congress. There was also a table set up with still shots of females modeling in the nude. It took a couple of hours to complete the class. I noticed no one left this one early. This had been set up as a prelude to Crown Mystery scheduled for the upcoming week. Without a doubt, I went home that evening fully aroused.

Crown Mysteries was the last of the Pinnacle classes. It was given in San Diego, CA, held at the swanky Del Coronado Hotel. Thane began the class by talking about Mind, Consciousness, and Awareness and then moved into what might be termed the ‘erotic’ part of the lesson.   Thane led us in a meditation using the seven chakras. He then asked us to remember the erotic movies and pictures we had been exposed to. These were incorporated into the meditation. He began with the bottom chakra, known as the root chakra located at the bottom of the spine. He then guided us toward the top chakra. Frankly, by the time I got there, I was hot, bothered, and excited.  

We were working in the Crown chakra when suddenly everything in my head exploded into a brilliant light. This was the real Crown Mystery. I found myself in a state where there was no time, place, or ‘things’. All that I could recognize was pure energy.. It seemed that I saw everything clearly and had acute listening skills with no sense of time. I had a very pure awareness that I was in Love with this omnipresent Self, who at the same time seemed to be the most beautiful woman I have ever encountered. 

At this point, Thane told us it was time for a break and to slowly move out of our chairs. When I got to my feet I could not seem to touch the floor. It was as if I were three feet in the air. Apparently, I was still high from the meditation. This is part of how physical illusion exists in the seat of consciousness.  I was still operating in the fourth dimension, where there is no substance or “things” only pure energy, Male/Female, Love, and Eternal Force. 

Coming back to the third-dimensional life was a slow process.  It was not as if a delusion had been dropped, but I began to see some holes in what I believed to be true about my life.  I came back to the third dimension with doubts and fears I needed to take into Translation® and RHS.™️.  My awareness had been opened in a way I did not expect.  I don’t think it was possible for me to return to the place where I began.  I had to find a new level of experience. A new awareness of Being.

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Strange Days

John Atwater, H.W.

I had read about psychic experiences for a long time as a kid. My mother told me she had seen a picture of my father and although she had never met him, she knew he was the one she was going to marry.

I found out later that I had transits to Pluto and Uranus when these psychic experiences started. I was at Colorado University in Boulder and there was a girl there I knew from high school and we talked a lot. I liked her, but we never dated. It seemed I knew when she was present in unexpected places. I was in a philosophy class one day discussing epistemology, and suddenly the idea that Marge would be sitting by the fountain as I left class came into my head. I knew she had a class across campus so the thought did not make sense. But sure enough, when I walked out there she was!  Another time I was on my way to buy a record. I walked across campus and had the feeling that Marge was behind me, I looked and she was about 100 feet behind me. She never noticed me. This happened a few more times. I thought maybe we had some connection, but nothing ever developed.

I also found myself having some unusual experiences while driving. I had driven to Denver to rent ski boots for the season. As I was driving down a street, suddenly my foot was on the brake and I stopped for no reason. Suddenly, a huge truck shot out of the alley right in front of me.  Whew!  That was helpful.  Another time when I was driving to a friend's house, there was a tunnel under a train track that had one-way traffic and a big sign that read Honk!  As I drove up and started to honk, I realized I had already pulled over out of traffic.  Suddenly, a car zoomed right through the tunnel without honking. I didn't own a car and seldom drove, so this made a big impact on me.

I had been thinking about some of these experiences as I walked across campus. In front of me were two guys talking to a girl. They finished their conversation the girl walked my way about fifteen feet in front of me. I decided to try a psychic experiment. I mentally asked her to turn around and after a few seconds, she turned around and looked in my direction. I thought perhaps she was just looking back at the guys she had been talking to, I said to myself, “All right, another try!”   “Turn around.” I told her silently.  This time she stopped walking, turned completely around, and looked at me!  I was so surprised I missed my chance to tell her she was part of my psychic experiment!  I didn’t tell her I was working on a new way to meet women.

These experiences and a few others convinced me that we can receive information beyond our physical senses and that we can communicate with others as well. The possibility of connecting to a larger source of information has expanded both my sense of the universe I inhabit and the possibilities for my life.