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Re: Mental Mediumship: A Reply to Bruce Moen
Reply #31 - Mar 16th, 2006 at 6:20pm
Rondele,
I often remind posters of a striking finding in a study of ADC contact. 50% of Americans and 48% of the British report convincing contact with their deceased loved ones, generally within the first year after their passing. After a year, such contacts become less frequent--a fact that demands explanation. But, Rondele, I'm confident that very few of these contacts rise to the evidential level of the inspiring account you've just shared with us. Still, I think such breath-taking contacts are made more often than you might think. So I propose to answer your question in two separate threads. First, I will post in one place some of the most impressive postmortem contacts that I have encountered. Second, in my next post, I will try to give my most thorough response yet to your question of why our deceased loved ones don't contact us more often in the spectacular manner of the Bauerle case.
(1) On "Coast to Coast" last Tuesday, George Noory interviewed Catherine Lanigan, the author of "The Jewel on the Nile" and "Romancing the Stone." Catherine has had NDEs herself and recently authored a book entitled "Divine Nudges" which records wonderful verifications of an afterlife. She documents cases of hospital and hospice workers who themselves witness angelic visitations to patients facing imminent death.
For me, her most striking example illustrates a high-grade "physical" verification that rivals your Bauerle story. Dr. Lerna shared this amazing account of his female patient's passing in a Houston hospital. Shortly before her passing, Lerna witnessed a glow on her face as she was conversing with an unseen angel. Afterwards, she cradled a 3 1/2 inch feather in the palm of her hand that the angel had given her. She told Dr. Lerna that the angel had come on a take-away mission and that she would shortly pass over. But the angel wanted her to give Dr. Lerna the feather that the angel had created and placed in her palm. Lerna kept it in a plastic bag in his office. Within a month, the feather began to shrink, and within a few days, it detematerialized altogether to demonstrate its etheric origin!
(2) Dr. Lerna's experience is strikingly similar to one of my own during my United Methodist pastorate in the Finger Lakes region of New York. I had just preached a sermon on Jesus' Transfiguration. In this story Peter, James, and John witness the return of Moses and Elijah from the afterlife to converse with Jesus on a mountain about His pending atoning death. I concluded the sermon by blurting out something I never intended to say and immediately regretted saying. I assured the congregation that some of them would have their own "mountaintop" experience in the coming week. Later I thought to myself, "Great! Now when nothing happens, what are your people going to think? Why did you make that rash claim?"
Here is what happened that week. John, a retired Kodak executive, went mountain climbing with his wife in Colorado. On a tiny ledge, he found a nice ring that fit him perfectly. I didn't share his excitement at this discovery--until Bob called. Bob had lived in his new home for only 3 years. He had just discovered his late mother's lost ring on his made bed---a ring he hadn't seen in 40 years! He excitedly called his friend to share the news. His friend was absolutely astounded because he too had just discovered his Mom's lost ring on his bedroom dresser!
God had arranged for John's discovery of the ring on the mountain ledge to get me to associate rings with a "mountaintop experience." The mothers' rings from heaven echoed the return of Moses and Elijah from the afterlife to be with Jesus and His disciples on the mountain. Not long before, I had preached a sermon on the Parable of the Prodigal Son in which I stressed the role of the Father's ring as a symbol of God's love for those who return to God after going astray.
I left that church and moved to Buffalo. A few years later, Bob called me and I remarked that his Mom's ring must now be a real treasure---a reminder of her survival. Bob confessed that both his Mom's ring and the ring of his friend's Mom had mysteriously vanished within a couple of days! Apparently, these etheric rings suffered a similar fate to that of Dr. Lerna's feather! I was sorry Bob hadn't told me about this sooner because I had lost touch with John and wanted to know if his mountaintop ring had also vanished.
(3) These verifications with materializing objects are paralleled by the family encounter with Mother Nellie by a Presbyerian minister (Howell Vincent) and his family:
"On at least two occasions this radiant mother had come to Rea in visible, tangible form and talked with her. In 1933, I was privileged to be present at one of thse heavenly visits by [the late] Mother Nellie. toghether with Rea I talked with Nellie, fully recognizing her face and form and voice. I saw he place her hand on Rea's head in blessing, and I SAW HER GIVE REA A FLOWER, A CALENDULA, WHICH WE PRESSED AND KEPT. At that time 3 other members of our famiy were present, including Rea's second mother, Agnes, and they all saw Nellie and talked with her, as Rea and I did. We were all wide awake and walked about the room with Nellie (Howell Vincent, "Lighted Passage," 25)."
(4) Leonard was a man of unimpeachable integrity and kindness--a dear friend whom I had often visited. I had supported him in his agony over his health problems and those of his wife, brother, and cousin. So I was surprised that he seemed so little affected by the tragic deaths of his son Jeff and his family in a private plane crash. Curious, I finally asked his wife Helen about this when Leonard wasn't around. She glowed and said, "Oh, Leonard received confirmation that his son's family was OK after the crash." More curious now, I wondered why Leonard had never shared this story with me. So I gingerly waited for the right time to ask him. He grew misty-eyed and shared his incredible story with me.
A day or so after the funeral, Leonard got into his son's pickup to do some errands. As he approached the end of his driveway, hs noticed someone ernerging from the deep ditch and approaching the truck. It was his son Jeff! Leonard was paralyzed with shock. Jeff walked up and asked, "Dad, do you mind if I take the truck for one last spin for old time's sake?" A numb Leonard quickly moved over and let Jeff drive. Jeff reassured him that his wife Karen and their 2 kids were OK on the other side. Jeff then clarified his investment and overall financial situation to help his Dad tie up loose ends. Finally, Jeff turned left on a deserted country road, drove about 2 miles, and stopped the truck. He mused, "Dad, I love you, but I'm not permitted to go any further." He got out of his truck, walked towards a nearby clump of trees, and vanished just like the deceased baseball players in the movie "Field of Dreams." Leonard drove home, still in a state of shock.
The next day he was still overwhelmed with grief and decided to go for a long walk in the woods behind his house. Overwhelmed by sadness, he sat down on a log and wept profusely. Then he heard footsteps. It was Jeff's deceased wife Karen. She approached him and asked firmly, "Didn't we tell you we were all OK? You get back in the house and comfort Mom!" This second incident broke the back of Leonard's grief.
Leonard now gazed into my incredulous eyes with a pained expression on his face. He sensed my skepticism and confessed that he had kept this experience a secret out of fear of ridicule. i could not help my skeptical facial expression. This account is so disanalogous to my life experience. But it is perfectly analogous to Jesus' resurrection appearances in which He allowed his wounds to be touched and cooked and ate fish with his disciples. I felt ashamed at my reaction because I had badgered Leonard to share his story and because he is an absolutely credible witness. Rationally, this experience is the most compelling evidence for postmortem survival I've ever encountered.
(5) I met Phyllis at a wedding reception. She was a very stoic but attractive doctor with a PhD in medical research. Her mnther had recently died and Phyllis couldn't deal with this; so she didn't. Phyllis was then so badly injured in a car crash that she had her first NDE. She ascended to a "mall that wasn't really a mall" in Paradise. It was "a mall of white light." A mall band played beautiful music in the background. At a table in front of her sat her mother. Her mother scolded her: "You haven't come to terms with me death yet! Get on with your grieving process! Your stoic attitude is holding back my progess over here!" A sulking Phyllis returned to her body, still unable to grieve.
A year later, she contracted a life-threatening illness (some type of cancer, I think). In the hospital, her illness took a turn for the worse and she had a second NDE. Back she was in the same mall in Paradise and there again sat her angry mother at a table. Her mother again scolded her: "Why won't you listen to me? You need to come to terms with my loss!" Then her Mom did something interesting. She pointed to the table and said: "You have to make this table vanish!" Evidently, the table was a symbol of the unresolved baggage between Mon and daughter. A depressed Phyllis found no consolation in the unearthly music that was being played in the background. Finally, defeated, Phyllis moaned: "Well, I guess I'll just return to my body now." Her mother snapped: "No, you're not ready yet to go back. You go with these young men." Immediately two men in white medical attire appeared to escort her to "an elevator that wasn't really an elevator. It was an elevator of white light." She was taken to some sort of Healing Center in Paradise where some sort of procedure was performed on her which she couldn't understand. But when she returned to her body, she was completely healed and didn't need the surgery that was supposed to be performed on her. I lost touch with Phyllis and don't know if she was ever able to release her emotions and grieve the loss of her mother.
I have shared some of these incidents before, but decided to repost them because of their potential accumulative impact. I could multiple such examples. Spectacular verifications of survival are admittedly uncommon, but are not as rare as one might imagine.
Don
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