Attention! Get this across – there is no horror in death. I was one minute in the thick of things, with my company, and the next minute Lieutenant Wells touched my arm and said: ‘Our command has crossed: Let’s go.’ I thought he meant the river, and followed him under the crossfire barrage the Tommies made, up to a hillside that I had not noticed before: a clean spot and not blackened by the guns. Lots of fellows I knew were there, and strange troops. But they looked queer. I glanced down at myself. I was olive drab, all right. But my uniform was not khaki. It seemed to be a fabric of some more tenuous kind. I had no gun. I overtook Wells. ‘What in the deuce is the matter with me, with us all?’ I asked. He said, ‘Bob, we’re dead. Bob: Dead Men Talking
"Dead Men Talking: Afterlife Communication from World War I" by Michael Tymn
As science flourished in the years leading up to World War I, religion floundered. Thus, the warring countries were little prepared to deal with the grief and despair that arose from millions of deaths. Apparently, the spirit world took notice, and, while greatly limited in its ability to communicate with us, the spirits managed to get through to more open-minded mourners, providing comfort and solace. Messages, many of them very evidential, came from fallen warriors, through various mediums, telling their loved ones that they were still “alive” and still with them. This book is an anthology of their communications from the afterlife. Read more...
Death on the Battlefield by Lord Dowding AS A CONTRAST to the somewhat sterile attempt to prove the facts of Survival and Communication by argument, I should like you to read the following messages which have all come from men killed in action during the present war. They came to Mrs. Gascoigne and her daughter through the agency of the late Colonel Gascoigne who is organising the first spiritual contacts with those who die in battle. Colonel Gascoigne was with the force attempting to relieve Khartoum when it fell, and he was also associated with Cecil Rhodes in the early days of Rhodesia.
The Problem of Higher Dimensions by P. D. Ouspensky If we ourselves enter the world of plane beings, then its inhabitants will sense the lines limiting the sections of our bodies. These sections will be for them living beings; they will not know from whence they appear, why they alter, or whither they disappear in such a miraculous manner. So also, the sections of all our inanimate but moving objects will seem independent living beings.
The Certainty of Survival of Death Even for the most fortunate of men, if we perish when the body dies, then the things we have most valued when alive, the love we have known and given, the beauty at whose shrine we have worshipped, the sacrifices which others have made for us, these things must bring to us our saddest thoughts. I take it therefore that there is no more urgent question we can ask than this: `Do I survive death in the fullness of my powers?' I think we have a right to expect an answer satisfying alike to our thinking and feeling.
O Life, awakening life in cell and tissue. by Michael Cocks: From flower to bird, from beast to humankind:
Help us to trace, from birth to final issue,
The sure unfolding purpose of your mind.”
[O Lord, of every shining constellation” A.F.Bailey] Read more
Purgatory is for real by Michael Tymn: It is difficult to generalize when it comes to traditional Jewish thought relative to the afterlife, as there are different schools of thought, one school not even believing in an afterlife, another school… Read more
“Are you the product of your environment?” by Michael Cocks: Victor Zammit asks this in this week’s newsletter. Now, I would applaud everything that appears in that newsletter in what it says about ourselves as individuals. I also applaud Victor’s A lawyer presents… Read more
Rolf Explains How Trance Mediumship Works by Michael Tymn: The best explanation that I have read as to how trance mediumship works came from Rolf Little (below) as communicated through the trance mediumship of Gladys Osborne Leonard to his mother, Nelly Little,… Read more