Contacting The Other Side

Last weekend, I had the privilege of hosting Mark Macy, who communicates with the 'dead' using electronic equipment, and his apparatus, the Luminator (more on that later), for a couple of parties, where he described his research. The reason I say 'dead' in quotations is that once you've seen his research, you can never again believe that the spirit that leaves a dead body in fact dies. His prove includes computer passages, typed from a computer which was turned on without anyone physically in the room, and which included information only known to the 'dead' woman and her still living husband, and a message left on Mark's own touchtone phone answering apparatus from a colleague who was 'dead'.

While Mark's presentation is clear and convincing, the best examples of transcommunication he shows are the ones provided by the audience itself. With the Luminator running, he takes Polaroid photos of audience volunteers, and many of the photos have faces absolutely uncommon from the physical ones of the photo subjects. (On my blog of this article (see link in resource box below) I've included 3 of my photos -- one of me (as me, not the best photo, oh, well), one of me that is visibly not me (as there maybe two faces, and at least the nose and mouth aren't mine), and one of my paternal grandmother, who might be the face in the second photo (or maybe not). The only alteration to the Polaroid camera is that black tape is place over the light sensor so that the flash doesn't go off, since the spirit faces need a low light circumstances to be seen on film.

Even more fun for me was getting to hang out with the Luminator. This apparatus seems to change the electromagnetic field in an area at least a hundred or so feet in diameter. Another clairvoyant who was there described it as changing the energy of the space in my home to that of the borderline between the worlds ('here' and 'hereafter'). At first, I was really taken aback by its power -- it felt like my body was on some kind of speed, or having an adrenaline rush, though my mind was absolutely normal. As I got used to it, though, a touch incredible happened. I was 'shown' what happens when you 'die'. I did not have the experience of the tunnel that most near-death experiencers describe (not that I was near death in any way), but doors opened from my heart and I came out on a gorgeous landscape, which I was told was uncommon for each person. After a few moments of enjoying that, I was showered with a gorgeous green light that permeated me, and then a gorgeous yellow or golden light that did the same. After a while, that faded away, and I was back in the gorgeous landscape, but this time, there were thousands of 'people' there. (I reckon this is the welcoming party that everyone talks about.) I was at a space, hovering in the sky, looking at the assembled group, but I noticed that if I questioned for someone, they'd sort of come to the front of the group, or I don't know I zoomed in to them. I was given to know that in a way, this 'party' is somewhat holographic, as if each soul sent a hologram of a part of itself that I would admit, not necessarily that the whole soul was there.

A while later, a reproducible way to talk to 'dead' people occurred to me. All I need to do is go back into my heart, open the doors out onto the landscape, be cleansed by light, come out at the party -- and then question for a fastidious 'person'. So I tried it with my husband's father, who 'died' when he was 15. I cultured some things about him that my husband could verify, which believe me, I didn't know, and others that made sense to him, though he could not in fact verify them.

The next day, I happened to be teaching my day-long 'Psychic Skills Workshop', and existing a guided view of the administer to the participants as a bonus session after class. Everyone stayed, and everyone got to their landscape, and everyone found a person -- not always the person they had thought to contact, but someone they knew! Since it was the first time I had ever done the view, I didn't leave enough time for people to have satisfying conversations with those they contacted. Oh, well... that's how you learn. Next time I'll leave more time for people to talk to their loved ones.

Author: Hollis Polk
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