To Be or Not To Have Been and Daniel Day-Lewis

A rumination on Hamlet's question; "To be or not to Be."

Mr. Day-Lewis. National treasure.

To be or not to have been. Hamlet, the Danish Prince (not to be confused with the Danish Pastry) has the most famous soliloquy in the English language - perhaps in all human language.

Daniel Day-Lewis as Hamlet

"To live or not to live."  That's the question - if its noble to stay alive and suffer all the difficulties tossed our way willy nilly or to just end it?  And if we end it, what next? What's out there in the "undiscovered country?"

A long and glorious sleep?  With dreams? What dreams may come?

But hang on.  You know how it goes. (reprinted below)

In light of this Flipside research, how should this soliloquy go? (Apologies to the Bard)

To be Benedict or not

Here's the conundrum.  What people claim consistently under deep hypnosis (the reports from Michael Newton, 7000 cases over 30 years, or Dr. Helen Wambach 2000 cases a decade prior) is that we choose to incarnate.

We choose to be.

They claim we can opt out.  Choose to not come to the planet.  Or choose to not be.

Maybe the play calls for "The cranky drunk uncle." The cereal maker. The cereal eater. The cereal killer.  "I don't wanna play that part - you asked me to play the marauding drunk uncle in the Viking era!  No thank you!  Passola.  Passorama. Ask someone else. I don't care how good I was as your drunk uncle, I don't want to play him again!!!"

"Oooh but you're so good at it" they say.  "I can never learn the lessons I need to learn if someone else plays the part. I might forgive them. I need to learn the lesson of forgiveness. Or letting go. They aren't as good as you.  You're the best drunken uncle out there. Pleeeease?"

Wheedling and cajoling from the soul group and guides.  "They do have a point you know.  You haven't done that part in at least a dozen other performances..."

"Ok fine. If you insist. After all, 80 years on earth feels like a half hour back home.  You want an hour out of my existence?  I will give it to you because I love you unconditionally. But this is the last time I play that role for you." (applause, bowing)

This brings to mind the report of Daniel Day-Lewis giving up acting. 

You can give up hats, but you shouldn't give up why you chose to be on the planet.

Hilarious. You can't give up acting. It's what we do each time we choose a new lifetime.  We give it up when we graduate to the next level; spirit guide, teacher, council member and no longer incarnate.  Etcetera, etcetera, et cet er a.  

Giving up acting is like giving up breathing.  Why would anyone do that? (Besides when has he ever "acted?"  He's always "been" in every role I've seen him in.  I think he's just refering to the circus around the profession.)

Granny knows a conundrum when
 she sees it. (Irene Ryan)

I'd say that idea of "giving up" on acting is "kinda" selfish actually.   He's been convinced his acting chops came from his environment, from his genes.  But he knows that it comes from before that... it was in his conscious mind as a child. Because back there on the flipside, we choose who we are going to be, and what we are going to do, and we choose these occupations because it heals other people.

I've filmed 45 sessions, and have asked dozens for the "first conscious thought they had they would be doing what they're doing."  The FBI agent said "preschool."  I asked why. She said "I started keeping lists on everyone, what they wore, what kind of car they had, what they ate for lunch." We kinda know who we want to be. Question is whether we can get there or not.  But we choose these roles to "help other people." We choose our occupation to "heal other people."

I've been told that "the energy of a lifetime in the arts is very similar to that in healing.  The energy comes from the same place."  People often claim they choose a lifetime as an actor, director, musician to use their energy to "heal other people." (Not making this up, just reporting what they consistently say.) 

Like a doctor. Like a surgeon. Like a shaman. Like a holy man.  "One huge belly laugh can do more to change a person's health or dispostion in an instant."  "Tears work the same, but they require catharsis."  And Daniel Day-Lewis is the walking epitome of catharsis.   

Yes. I got an Oscar.
From Curtis Hanson.
Had to give it back though.

He planned this lifetime. He has honed and crafted and had fun with it. He instinctively knows the shoe maker, the tailor, the working man has the luxury of disappearing into his or her craft.  But acting is a craft as well.  It's the ensuing trivia, the icing of vanity; all of that is a mental image - a puff of smoke blown his way.  Wave those hands, ignore the smoke, and focus on the idea that a profession can and does heal lives.

(I love #DanielDay-Lewis' work, he's fantastic in "#PhantomThread."  I know the great designer Nino Cerruti, and I felt this performance, unconsciously or otherwise, often captured Nino's bemused smile and design style. But I digress.)

Someone somewhere on the planet has been healed by watching a film or a performance. If you can heal one person than your choice to come here was worthwhile.

Really? Hard to believe
when you look like this guy.

I get emails from people who say "I read your books and I no longer see the planet in the same way.  Thank you." (As I've noted, I'll never get those kinds of reviews from my film work, I have written and/or directed 8 theatrical features.  People chuckle, sometimes laugh in my films - but no one was said "That film saved my life.") 

With Judy Dench in Hamlet. 

Actors can do that for people moment by moment.  Heal them, help them see a way out of their diaspora. Out of their doldrums. Out of their predicament.

Daniel is one of those people who can recreate human experience, embody compassion with a flick of his eyebrow, and wave of his hand.  If he wants to "give up acting" - he should add a proviso.  "I will give up acting until I'm cast opposite Meryl Streep."  (Another avatar of intent and healing light within a gesture. I'm not aware of any films they've done together, but would vote to see one.)

I'm not saying "don't give it up because you're good and the industry needs you."  That's all vanity.  "Vanum populatum." (google it) Do it because you still have more people to help and heal and make whole.

Jonathan Pryce checking out Yorick.

But back to Hamlet.

He too is talking about a choice, and the choice to give up acting, or to give up life, is after all - a personal one. It is about free will. Because we don't have to incarnate.

We choose to. To be or not to be. 

That's right. Every frog, every fruit fly chose to be here.  Don't like that analogy?  Sorry, too bad. It's accurate. And we can't kill them either.

Because we cannot "not be."  (First law of thermodynamics. Energy doesn't "die" or disappear, or even dissipate.  It just moves to another dimension, form or in our case realm. Energy cannot be destroyed. Not killed.  Not ended.  Just transformed.) 

Once we are formed as consciousness (willed into existence if you will - or won't - like Will Shakespeare) First "there was the word."  "Will."  And that's how we begin as well.  As will.

We all have free will.  We all are free willed.  (We should free poor Willy now and then as well.)

Nice hat. I get it. Tradition. But
it's also a costume bearing fardels.
Avoid the fardels.

To be on the planet or not.  To incarnate or not. It sounds like may people - based on the amount of complainers out there - wish they had not made that choice.

I hear you. You don't like being here. It's hard here.  It's beyond the capacity of many to navigate.

But mark these words. (Not on your screen, please, in a future book perhaps) Note the concept.  You made the bargain.

You agreed to come here.You said you could handle it. You had the choice to say no but you didn't.  You said "I want to be!"  "I can handle this! I got this! Let's roll!"  And you came here - the mewling welp suckled by his mum, taken care of (or not - it was by your design) and left to fend (or offend) for itself.

To have been. That's the victory. To be able to return home to the loving embrace of our brothers and sisters, of our friends and frenemies - of all the people who have ever been on the planet or have existed in any realm - those fellow travellers who we call our "soul group." To return to their loving embrace after we've successfully navigated the stage as we set out to do.

We've seen our loved ones before and we'll see them again. Inshallah. God willing.  Or our willing.  Will Shakespeare? Will he what precisely?

Free Will.  Indeed. An apt term for telling Will to come to life and unleashing that energy. 

Anyone who has ever been or ever existed exists still.  They're out there. Gone from this stage, but their role not ended.  "Not gone, just not here."  Never ended, just not here.  Off stage. Back stage. Back home.

To be or not to be.  It is the question we all asked and ask ourselves prior to every lifetime. What say you?

"From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks

That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day." (Enrico the 5th)

"C'mon in the water's fine!"

Shall we take up arms, hold hands and leap into the breach, jump into the fray once more?  Go down there (or over there) to that planet where we get the luxury of breathing fresh air? Where we have the luxury of drinking cool refreshing clean water?  (Unless it's gone.  No longer fresh. Polluted and stale.) Why would we pollute, destroy the place we love to return to?

Where we get to witness a dawn and sunset.... we get to witness life all around us?  Despite closing our eyes for a third of our lives, despite being asleep for fully one third of the trip - we get to be here on this mangificent blue ball hurtling through space.  What a joy!  What a delight!!!

Why would we ever choose not to be here? Ah yes, back stage. Back home. Where we reconnect with our loved ones. Where we experience unconditional love on a permanent basis. The kind of love Will wrote about in his sonnets, the kind of love that is beyond comprehension, beyond the capacity of the brain to understand which can only be known by experience. That kind of love.

I could go on.  I will go on.  Be.  Don't not be. Trust in the choice you made. You chose to be. Try to understand and enjoy that choice. Make others happy they made the choice to be with you.  
Be all you can be. In your heart. In others' hearts.

Catch you on the Flipside. 

HAMLET: To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. (except we don't... the troubles end to be sure, but we don't end)
To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. (That we chose to experience so we could understand or know them)
 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. (Or not. Some are able to lucid dream. Some experience dreams as reality. Some believe that the dream state is reality. We have a poor choice of words for a myriad of experience that we can only refer to as a dream.)
There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? (All stones in our path that become diamonds once we've overcome them.  A bodkin is a knife, and one could argue that the cigarette, the drunk driving is a form of bodkin, that we don't see as threatening our existence - except when it does.)
 Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
(Um, like Jason Bourne - we all come back from that excursion. All, except those who choose not to return. That's up to them. But even you dear Will have made this journey many times.)
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. (Or, people realize that they chose to be here, that being here is actually a fun place to be, even if someone has murdered your father the King.  If it's revenge you want, your best option is to serve it by making the perpetrator realize he too chose this lifetime, and nothing can kill your father - hence why he keeps showing up as your ghost.  Or did you not realize that?) -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.  (One can hope that in Ophelia's prayers, she prays for Hamlet to realize that compassion is the greatest gift he can learn, and forgiveness the gift he can bestow.  But alas, then we would have no drama.  Conflict is the essence of drama, so thank heavens that he existed in Will's mind so that we can witness the kind of drama we don't have to live through!  If we watch this kind of drama on stage and learn what we don't want to be, it's arguably a form of "experiencing it during a lifetime" and if we've learned the lesson, we don't have to repeat it.  Exeunt.

Hacking the Afterlife is available here:
Flipside is here:
It's a Wonderful Afterlife is here:
and you are Here. Be Here Now.

There is no space like the present

"There is no Space like the Present."

This was a message to me from a guide on the flipside.

The illusion of space and time. Me and Mom. 1959? Or now?

Allow me to explain.

After my recent appearance on "Coast to Coast" I got an email from someone who had a profound dream about a topic that weighed heavily on his mind and wanted my opinion on it.  

He called the Vision a "Grain of Sand."



"... one night, I had my vision. (A dream that's so real you would swear you are there. This is because you are.) The dream (which I will refer to as my “vision”) happened on a sandy beach.

On this beach, the sand was smooth and oh, so soft. The waves were gentle, and the clouds were few. A perfect day. I was there standing close to the edge where the water was washing over my feet when I realized that there was someone standing next to me.

I couldn't see him, but he was there. It was one of my Spirit Guides... (I think it was) my main Spirit Guide.
We enjoyed the sandy beach and the calm ocean together. The silence was so peaceful.

Then he turned and picked up a grain of sand and as he showed me the grain, he said, “This grain of sand is all you know, and this is all you will ever know!”

He put it down back where he found it. Wow.... 
The encounter left me crushed. I mean, I had this notion I learned everything. Boy, was I wrong. It jolted my ego. I woke up.  Devastated that I understood nothing..."

Hang on. Here I go.

Interesting dream.

I wrote back to him and offered that sometimes we wake up to interpret a dream, but it may not have been what the person in the dream was trying to impart to us (subconscious aside). I offered that when he said "This is all you are" he may have meant something different than "the insignificance of a grain of sand." I suggested he "open himself up to the possibility" that he could communicate with his guide through the dream to ask him to be more precise about "what he meant."

I suggested he ask his guide some questions:

"The best way for you to understand the dream is to reach out to your guide and ask. Try to remember the dream as best you can in "real time."  Look over at your guide...  Look at this face.  Is it old or young? What color is the hair, the eyes, the skin?  Can you see what he's wearing?  Just focus on him for a minute until you can actually see him.

It might be fuzzy or not clear - but you can get a clearer picture by asking questions. "How tall is he?  Taller than me?  If so, how can I see his face? or do I just hear him?"  If you freeze the frame, try to look at him carefully.  

Then reach out with your hand and take his hand in yours. What does that feel like?  Describe the emotions you feel. Anything? Cold? Warm? Friend? Teacher? etc. Then try to take both hands.  Look him in the eye.  Thank him for showing up."

I then gave him a series of specific questions to ask which included "Specifically what did you mean by "I'm this grain of sand?" 

I ended the email with "And tell him I said hello." 

To which he replied:

"Wow! Thank you so much for the powerful lesson. I saw his face as I first read the email, and surprise, surprise, it wasn't who I thought it was in (my dream) "A Grain of Sand".... The saying "When the student is ready, the teacher will appear" is something I am saying to myself here as I feel the student. (Of course.)

The interpretation has changed. He told me I was the sandy beach, ocean, and sky all at once and that the grain of sand was an aspect of me. The grain is "Me" in this lifetime. (This is all of us.)

I even asked while we were on the beach if I could hug him and could feel not only his soft hands but his warm embrace. Love is so different over there. Wow! I am not sure what this means, but I said you say "Hello" and he said: "There is no Space like the Present." Not sure what the hell he's talking about. Only I need to tell you..."

Insight anyone?

Cool. A message from someone else's spirit guide...

Let's not forget, this fellow does not know what his guide meant.  

So it can't be cryptomnesia, hypoxia, hallucination, or something he heard or saw if he's inventing it.  

If he was inventing this dream, then he'd know what his guide "meant."

But he does not.  

Sand all right. But on MARS.  We tend to think of sand as only on earth. Mars sand.

First let's google the phrase. His guide said "There is no space like the present." Any references? 

Google reports: "About 1,980,000,000 results (0.80 seconds)  No results found for "there is no space like the present."

Space? or all composed of the same energy?

So let's start there. 

This guide offered a phrase to me that doesn't exist in human language.  Got that?  There are no references to it, until NOW.

As I write this blog post I am putting his words into the lexicon.  From this point forward every search of this phrase on any engine will include a reference to this post.

"THERE IS NO SPACE LIKE THE PRESENT."

So we have created something new.  From the flipside.

Now let's parse the sentence or the sentiment, shall we? 

The phrase, as its commonly known is "There is no time like the present."

What does that mean? 

Jack Kornfield, the renowned Buddhist scholar and author, wrote a book called "There is no time like the present" with reference to the Buddhist concept of the nature of reality.  

Come again?

We tend to think in the past, since everything we observe during the day is "old information" or a reference to something that we knew or has been discussed.  We tend to focus on "Old news."  And we spend a great deal of time stressing, worrying, obsessing, fearing the future. "What's going to happen next?"  But to live life fully, we need to allow that the past is gone, the future is not here, but now is when we are living.  And even that is transitory - as by the time your eyes have gotten to the end of this sentence, time has moved on since you started it.  Very difficult to pin down "now" when your brain is moving at a lightning speed.

Or so the zen concept goes.

Love love. So very Zen.

"The Time is Always Now" is a friend of mine's art gallery in New York, borrowed from a Dutch artist who used to make stopwatches that ran backwards.  

Peter Tunney is using his talent as an artist to create new pathways of the brain - new ways of seeing words and phrases that have grown stale; "Fear Less" "Remain Calm" "Today is the Day." He's forcing the viewer to review - to see again - what is in front of them.

Met Peter in Cannes. Felt like I've known him forever.

In like form, this guide from the Flipside is asking us to review the nature of reality.  Hence why he sent me this missive.

To me it means a number of things:

1. Review the nature of reality.  If by moving one word from a sentence changes its meaning entirely, then the structure of sentences can change how we think and who we are.  "There is no time like the present" normally means; "do whatever you need to do now, and don't put it off until tomorrow, or another time later.  Do it now."

2. Review the nature of time and space.  What are time and space? We view them as units of distance, or figures in math in terms of physics.  But if time is relative in terms of this realm, then what does time really mean? Time, according to those I've interviewed on the flipside, is entirely different "over there."

"Over there" time exists (despite what many new age authors claim) just relatively different.  For example one person claimed that their 25 year lifetime in the 1600's felt like "ten minutes" back on the flipside.  They literally "walked out of their classroom" and lived this lifetime, then walked back into the classroom (consciously - only about a third of her energy had left) to finish the lesson she was teaching.  Her 25 year life over here "felt like ten minutes over there."

If you follow that math, then 2500 years may feel more like a 17 days... not much more than a fortnight (!) "over there."  If that's accurate, then 25,000 years feels like... well, the mind reels from the comparison.  

Suffice to say I've had this discussion many, many times with people both here and on the flipside, and ultimately, the people on the flipside agree with me that "time feels like it doesn't exist" when we're "back there" - but that it does exist. That's why we have young souls and older souls. Because we come here to learn lessons. Can't learn any lessons if everything is happening simultaneously. 

Time moving for Paul Tracey, me and Dave Patlak

Time is just really slow. Or fast, depending upon your experience.

Which now takes us to space.  

How does space exist on the flipside?  Well, people claim that once they are over there, they are able to move instantly from one place to the next.  ("I can fly!") I can only liken it to the way molecules move in a pool of water, for example.  If one molecule is hit with a jolt of electricity, all of them feel it simultaneously.

So if one water molecule wanted to experience what another molecule in the pool was experiencing, they can "shift their focus" to the other side of the pool.  There is no space between them in that example - as it's a simultaneous experience.  Shifting your focus from one place to the next doesn't take time or space.

The same goes for quantum entanglement.

Two ions experience the same phenomena at the same time, no matter how far apart they are.  Why is that?  Is it that there is some invisible material that binds them?  Or is dark matter more like a pool of water, so that if one ion that shares another ions makeup - for lack of a better term - if both ions experience the same things simultaneously, what does that tell us about space?

That space doesn't exist.

Or that it exists relatively. It's an illusion, the same way that TIME IS AN ILLUSION. (Not illusion in a pejorative sense, like someone "playing a game" or "toying with reality" but that it doesn't inherently exist.)  Space is one too.

There is no space like the present is another way of saying "There is no space."  Or that by interchanging the words "space" and "time" this teacher is showing that neither is accurate with regard to how we interpret phenomena.  "Present" is a unit of time. If time is an illusion, then space is as well.

Buddha of the "future"; Maitreya.

Space is relative to your experience working with it.  Quantum computing is already using quantum entanglement as a framework. 

Quantum entanglement proves that light is both a particle and a wave.  How can it be that one thing could be two things at once? Turns out that experiments show that light travels as both a particle and a wave.

Both simultaneously.  (Holy Trinity anyone?  How about "consciousness exists as both particle and wave?")  If quantum entanglement proves that time is an illusion (as it can't be measured when two objects react simultaneously no matter where they exist in the universe) therefore it also proves that space is an illusion.

How could two objects light years apart react at precisely the same moment when one is affected?

What are examples of quantum entanglement in nature?   As mentioned in the previous post, I interviewed an identical twin about that phenomenon - how two of them experienced the same event at the same time although miles apart.  She noted that the two of them had the same dream - experiencing the same event at the same time, where a teacher was using them as an example of "unconditional love."

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE appears to be the fundamental law of the universe, and within it lies time, space and consciousness.  Understand how that sentence makes sense and you will no doubt win a Nobel Prize.

Luana on a wing.

In the previous post, I noted how my friend Luana had shown space in terms of this equation ll .. ll - as in "11:11."  If you look at the equation as an architect's drawing, it's two hallways separated by two decimal points.  

The hallway on the left represents where we are in time and space.  The hallway to the right represents where she is in time and space.  The decimal point is the distance I must travel to communicate with her - which is one plane or realm over - and she must do the equivalent move from her realm in order to reach me.  It's not a physical space that we can identify - but it does exist unto itself.  

Like the difference between a block of ice communicating with a field of steam or mist.  Both are composed of the same element, but at first glance impossible for them to communicate. But they are composed of the same material; water. One transforms into the other, but there are "decimals" along the way.

Deep thoughts from Mt. Kailash

 And in terms of the concept of "now," space does not exist.  There is no space between us as entities on earth, because, like the ions in the quantum entanglement equation, we all "come from the same home."

You catch that?

We are all from the same home.  Not the same space in that home, but for lack of a better word, we are all part of the same realm, we are all ions created together, we connect more rapidly to those that we've encountered before (the way deja vu works, or that feeling we've "known someone before" because we have known that person "before").

Space is an illusion, the same way that time is an illusion.

Andromeda Illusion

We exist here in this space because we've agreed to participate in this experiment here on the planet.

Oof da. That's a whole lot of thinking for one simple sentence. "There is no space like the present."

And it is a "present" - a gift if you will - and I thank his guide for passing it along to me, and from me, I pass it along to... YOU.

No space. No time. Enjoy.

11..11

Okay.  This is something that occurred last night. I'm recounting it second hand, but it comes from an impeccable source.

Luana.

Fans of Flipside know Luana as my pal who started to come and visit me after she passed away back in 1996.  She inspired me to write about her visits in the book and film "Flipside" and then later in the books "It's a Wonderful Afterlife" and "Hacking the Afterlife."

Last month I recounted how she came to visit me while I was having lunch with the medium/intuitive Jennifer Shaffer in our usual "Chatting with the flipside" event.

Pals of Luana. Harry and Bill.

And she brought along her pal Harry Dean Stanton.  I've mentioned how Harry proved beyond a shadow of doubt (to me anyway) that he was actually with her, because he described events that Jennifer did not know, could not have known, described how he passed away and who was in the room with him (details I did not know but were verified later) and other fun, and amazing things.

Last night Luana gave us some more insight to chew on.

The Callaghans of Continental Mixer in Osseo, Wisc.

Here's what was happening when she "appeared."  

Our daughter had come down with something... perhaps something she ate earlier in the day, and was feeling sick, shivering.  But at the same time we were getting ready to make a long flight back home from visiting our relatives back in Wisconsin.

It was a funeral - of the one and only "Dadzo" Coyne Callaghan, who lived to 96 and spawned the most amazing, fun, hilarious, phenomenal relatives anyone could hope to have.  

Whenever I'm with them, I can't help but marvel how hilarious they all are - there are 11 children, and the amazing story of how when he proposed marriage to my Aunt Martha (sister of my mom) they actually named all the children they were going to have.

They named 12 of them, but had 11.  I found out at the funeral that the name of the missing child was "Ann Louise" - from a stranger who had just heard the story no less! - but also discovered there were 4 miscarriages in total.

So they might have had 15.  But instead they had 11 of the most amazing, wonderful, charming, generous people I've had the pleasure to meet.

But back to Luana.

So my wife Sherry decides she needs to pray to help heal our little daughter, who is shivering with this illness, sick, and can't sleep.  And she put out a "call to all angels" and then fell asleep.

That's when Luana appeared.  

Sherry insists this was a "dream and not a vision" - but that's what people have to say around me, because I'm constantly saying "tell me what else she said, what was she wearing, etc, about every dream I hear.

Sherry only saw her face.  About 30 (many years before they met) and Sherry's reaction to seeing her was to say "How can you be here? You died back in 1996."

She appeared looking a bit like this.

And Luana showed her a space craft as an example.  She showed her a cruiser that we had seen at a Lego store hours earlier and said "Imagine that I'm traveling in this but it moves really quickly."

Then she said "Imagine the numbers 11..11 as an example."

(We've all heard people talk about seeing the numbers 11:11 on a clock - at least I have - and wonder about the synchronicity of seeing that particular time each day.)

Well, Luana explained that synchronicity.

She said imagine that I am an 11 and  you are an 11 separated by two decimals.

(As she put it: "Imagine 11 . . 11 with two decimals between the numbers")

She said "In order for you to see me, you move one decimal in my direction, and I move once decimal in your direction."

Sherry didn't understand this, but I do.  

Based on that other discussions we've had, everything on the flipside is a matter of understanding how energy works, how waves work, how math works.  That in order for them to manifest, appear, it's a matter of understanding the math behind doing that, as well as understanding the time frame of the time/space realm where they need to appear so that we can see them. 

But it requires both of us to move in the same direction.  So in Sherry's case it was because she was asleep, in the sleep state, that she was able to "shift her focus" to be able to see Luana, but equally, in order for Luana to appear to her in this form, she has to "shift her focus" to be able to appear to Sherry.

The space craft is a metaphor for "moving at lightning speeds" (in this case it was a Star Wars Lego ship) and that "moving at the speed of light" is a metaphor for how fast people are able to move on the flipside when they want to focus on doing so.

I've interviewed a number of people who when asked to describe the "one thing" they'd like to tell people about the flipside it's "I can fly."

And by that they don't mean wings - but they do mean moving from one place to the next at lightning speed.

Me and Luana traveling a bit slower in Venice.

So the next time you see 11:11 on a clock... just add those two decimals in your mind.  There's someone "over there" who wants you to think of them while you're glancing at the clock - that's why they got you to focus on that time on the clock.  Just open yourself up to whomever that might be.

Luana also said our daughter would be fine after she slept (she was).

I heard this story on the way to the airport this morning - and despite Sherry's insistence that it wasn't a vision, but "only a dream" I share it here - because... wow.  

What a cool dream.

Talking to Loved Ones on the Flipside

As promised, I've edited my book talk this past weekend at Center for the Heart in Santa Barbara.

In this first hour, I recount my journey to this work, and why I'm spending time trying to figure out how anyone can communicate with their loved ones on the flipside.

That's here:




As you can see from these two clips, I did a variation of my Flipside book talks, with a focus on "talking to our loved ones on the other side."

There were two folks that I met just prior to my talk - one was Roxy Angel Superstar, who works at Center of the Heart chapel in Santa Barbara, and the Reverend Maryum Morse.  I have never met them before, and neither was that familiar with my work or research.

Roxy had seen my speak at the IANDS group in Santa Barbara, where I did a live demonstration with a woman at that even of revisiting her near death experience. However, she felt that the details that we explored were too intimate, and did not want me to share the event with my audience.

However, in this case, we weren't discussing a near death event - something that is pretty profound when it happens and can be hard to process.  In this case, Reverend Maryum had a vivid dream where she saw her dying father suddenly sit up "out of his body" as a young healthy man - he did it a number of times, and then she became aware of a crowd of people around his bed.

I asked if she had a memory of that dream, and she said she did.

In Roxy's case, she said she had an out of body experience when conceiving her child - it actually felt like she left her body and was in space.

In both cases, I'm not using hypnosis. I'm just asking them to access the memory of that event, and then asking if we can examine it further.

The results are here:




The point isn't that I'm accessing the flipside.

The point is that they're accessing the flipside in their own visual spectrum. I'm not conjuring anything up, or trying to get someone on the flipside to "talk" - the key here is that neither was familiar with me or my work, had no idea what they'd find, and as you'll see - in both cases they say things that are nearly identical to the research in my books; "Flipside" "It's a Wonderful Afterlife" volumes one and two and "Hacking the Afterlife."

I've done this a few times now and it doesn't matter who I do it with - mediums, people who've had near death experiences, people who've had out of body experiences - anyone who's had a dream.

It's not for everyone.

But I'm posting it here - pretty much unedited for the most part - to show the "Martini Method."





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