No worries, Don. Take your time. This may interest you also. It's in four parts, and describes the lower and higher heavens.
"The Life Beyond The Veil"
by Rev. George Vale Owen(1860-1931)
Vicar of Orford, Lancashire, England
With an appreciation by
Lord Northcliffe
And an introduction by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle M.D.,LL.D
Published NewYork 1921
http://www.spiritwritings.com/BeyondVeil1.pdfhttp://www.spiritwritings.com/BeyondVeil2.pdfhttp://www.spiritwritings.com/BeyondVeil3.pdfhttp://www.spiritwritings.com/BeyondVeil4.pdfCarl & Family
Berserk2 wrote on Apr 14th, 2009 at 6:51pm:[Carl, I will answer your question in due time. I'm very busy righr now. But thought I'd share HV"s retrieval insights and experiences.]
RAE’S TRANSITION AFTER THE AUTO ACCIDENT:
“Rea in the Border Land was the center of the theatre. She was dancing and bubbling with joy like an excited child, but was also consciously watching...and appraising her reactions to that marvelous environment. ..Mother Nellie and her mother and a large group of relatives and interested friends remained on the brilliantly lighted Headlands; they did not cross the border to meet Rea. Only the procession of brides came on to her stage to bid her join their gliding dance into the joy and peace of the heavenly place…
We asked Nellie, “Why don’t you come and take hold of Nellie and help her start?” Nellie shook her head; that was not allowed; no help could be given from her side. Rea had to make her own crossing “in Light,” with such help that we through love and faith could give her from this side.
HOWELL’S FACILITATION OF RAE’S TRANSITION:
The chasm which Rea still had to cross in part resembled…the barrier of an inferiority complex that has to be attacked and overcome by the person himself. When the person takes the initiative, the barrier is crossed, and thereupon, vanishes…The effort required of her can be compared to the act of will that a chick makes to pip the shell in its second birth…The love light that we were able through love and faith to draw down to her from the Father combed out all the shadows from her valley of shadows, but the chasm remained to be crossed,…though it was..filtered clean of all the blackness of shadows.
From our border of the Border Land, I called to Rea, “Love never faileth…Forgive me for holding you here in pain those last hours, but I could not let you go until every art of earth was tried to keep you with us. Adieu, my lovely daughter, join in the ritual of those beautiful brides. They are the Father, impersonated in these His children, for you, His child…Underneath are the everlasting arms.
REA’S TRANSITION DANCE:
She turned to us with a childish curtsy, smiled and waved, then turning to her mother Nellie on those gleaming Headlands, she leaned forward as though to take a step, and one of her brothers standing just behind her gave her a gentle loving push, and instantly she was gliding in the rhythm and formation of the bride’s ritual dance. Over the valley now robbed of its shadows, a bride among brides, danced our beautiful Rae into Emmanuel’s Land, into the arms of her mother Nellie…This is possible for all of us since Jesus Christ opened this trail to all of us when He passed this way for us all.”
dON