One More Example
Dear Elder Peterson,
In the last letter, I shared a process you can follow to learn to commune with people on the other side of the veil or even physical people who are a great distance from you.
I want to share an experience I had after learning how to do this. There are times when we have spiritual experiences that cannot be verified or validated physically. It can be hard to have faith in them and in the process of communing with others through spiritual means. However, the more you do it, the more experiences you will have in which the spiritual is validated by the physical. For example, you will be told something by a spiritual person which is later validated physically. The more you experiment with the process, the more you will get validation, (or dis-validation which helps you to adjust and make corrections).
Over time, you will learn to trust in the experience just as much as you learn to trust your physical eyes and ears. On this note, I’d like to share with you an experience I had when my Grandpa Bob was dying.
My mom called Rebecca, (my wife), and I to let us know that my Grandpa Bob was dying and asked if we wanted to come to Reno to say goodbye. I asked her what the conditions were like, (Was he awake? Was he drugged up? Who was there, etc.).
My mom said that Bob was in and out of consciousness, and he was medicated so he wasn’t all there. She also told me that only a few people could go into the room at a time, so we would need to take turns with her and dad, my uncles and aunts and the others that were there. I told my mom that I would talk to Rebecca about it and then let her know.
Rebecca was driving the car and we were in California on the freeway. I told Rebecca what was happening and she asked whether I wanted to go or not. I told her, “I don’t think so. It sounds like we will be struggling to get time with him and when we do get time with him, he’ll be drugged and have limited ability to communicate. I’d rather wait to visit with him after he passes and let those who are with him have their time with him now, especially since they can’t talk to him later.”
I was confident in my response as a result of years of verified experiences which I will not go into now. So, I let my mom know we weren’t coming and to send our love and best wishes to everyone present.
Then I said to Rebecca, “Speaking of Bob, I haven’t talked with Fran in a while, I wonder how she’s doing.” Fran was my Grandmother and Bob’s wife. She had died many years prior. And I haven’t talked with her in years at this point. So, I reached out to her spiritually to see how she was doing, (imagine calling her up on a spiritual video chat where you can both see and talk with someone).
I said, “Hey Fran, how’s it going?”
With as much energy and frustration as Fran ever had she went off like a firecracker! “I’m not well at all! Everything I planned is being undone by that Floozy! I’m so upset I can’t stand it!”
She went off so fast I had a hard time understanding what she was going on about. I said, “Hold on grandma, slow down and tell me what’s happening, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Fran started over and said, “Before I died, Bob and I wrote our will. I went through all the things that were important to me and decided who I wanted to give them to.” She listed off a few items as examples. “Well, now that hussy is going to take all of it! She has no right to it, it’s my stuff! It should go to who I want it to go to!”
Not knowing who she was talking about I said, “Who’s taking your stuff?”
She said, “That hussy Bob married! She’s gonna get all my stuff that I wanted to go to Bob and my children.”
I forgot that Bob had gotten remarried. I never met her, I didn’t even know her name. I said, “How is she taking it?”
Fran replied, “They’re rewriting my will right now and none of it is going to go to my children. I’m so mad! As soon as he is here, (died), you bet I’m gonna have words with Bob!”
As you could expect, she was very upset to say the least. But if you know Fran, even when she’s upset, she’s cute as a button and you’re internally conflicted with how to respond. You know she’s upset and you want to take her seriously, but you also want to laugh because she uses words like floozy and hussy which nobody uses anymore. But I understood how upset I would be if someone were doing that to me. So I said, “Wow, that’s terrible. I’m so sorry that’s happening.”
Knowing that when you’re dead you lose all your influence over the living and your stuff, I can’t remember if I said it or just thought, “Unfortunately dead people don’t get a say after their dead, so…”
Well, grandma Fran is a smart cookie, so it didn’t take long for her to realize that I was alive talking to her and that as a living person I could make her wishes known. She said to me, “Hey, you’re alive. I need you to stop them from rewriting my will!”
I laughed and said, “Grandma, I’m not going to tell my uncles and aunts how their crazy nephew talks to dead people. I have a reputation and it already isn’t great with my own family. I’m not going to do that.”
So then she started pleading with me, “You’ve got to or they’re just going to throw out all my last wishes. At least say something!”
I considered what she was going through and told her that I would talk to my mom and see if she would be willing to do something. Fran accepted my proposal and thanked me. So, I “hung up” with grandma Fran and told Rebecca what she said.
Again, this isn’t my first rodeo and if Rebecca and I had not already had lots of similar, verifiable experiences like this, then I wouldn’t have known that I had in fact talked with Grandma Fran, and I wouldn’t have stuck my neck out and talked with my mom. I wasn’t looking forward to talking with my mom as I think she already sees me as a fruit cake and our relationship wasn’t that great. But I called anyway for Grandma Fran’s sake.
My dad answered the phone and I told him what happened. Dad and I talk alot about our experiences and I felt comfortable talking to him because that’s the kind of stuff we share with each other regularly. I started by saying,”Well dad, I just spoke with grandma Fran and she’s pretty upset.” Then I relayed to my dad everything that Fran had told me.
My dad didn’t question anything, or even wonder why I was speaking to Grandma Fran because this wasn’t his first rodeo either. He knew what was going on and fully accepted what I told him just as he has countless times before. The only thing he said was, “You better talk to your mom.” Then he handed the phone to mom and I reluctantly told her that I just spoke with Fran and what she said. This was new info to her and she was very surprised because I don’t share these things with her very often.
My mom listened to the end then responded, “What did dad tell you?”
I said, “Dad didn’t tell me anything, why? What do you know?”
Then my mom explained that the lawyer was there and they were in the process of rewriting Bob and Fran’s will. Bob loved and cared for his new wife, (not disrespecting Fran in any way), and wanted her to have a home and money to get her through the rest of her life. The will was being rewritten in a way that everything would go to her and when she died it would all go to her children and nothing would go to Bob and Fran’s children or grand children. 🙁 This was exactly what Fran told me was happening.
So I told my mom, “It’s in your hands now. I told Fran I would pass along the message to you and ask you to represent her wishes and do whatever you can for her.”
My mom responded, “Well, I’m not going to tell my brothers and sisters how crazy my son is and that he’s talking to their dead mother!”
I laughed and said, “I know, right! That’s what I told Grandma Fran.”
Then she said that she would bring it up in the discussion and remind Bob to keep in mind Grandma Fran wrote her will because she intended certain things to be done the way she wished it. Mom did bring it up and acted as Fran’s voice to the group, but ultimately the will was rewritten and everything went to Bob’s new wife and when she passed to her children. Nothing went to Bob or Fran’s children/grand-children.
Shortly after this, Grandpa Bob died.
When I heard the news, I reached out to him spiritually to talk. He was with Grandma Fran at a very large party, no doubt to welcome him. There were lots of people I didn’t know there, friends and relatives. But Bob was with Fran and she was so happy to be with him again. When they had a moment not talking with others, I jumped in and talked with them briefly. Bob was very happy and excited to meet everyone again, (best day ever type experience). We talked briefly and I got to tell him I loved him and how much he meant to me and my life. Then I turned to Fran and asked, “So, did you have words with him?”
She feigned an angry face that couldn’t hide her smile. With those great big round cheeks she gets when she smiles she said, “You bet I had words with him!”
It was clear from her sarcastic response that she no doubt brought it up with him, but all was forgiven and she held no grudge. It was clear that the only thing that mattered to her right then was that she loved him and was so happy to be with him again.
This type of experience is something you can learn to do if you follow the instructions provided in my previous letter. Trust in your experiences should be earned over time by repeatedly verifying information you receive until you know that you are accurately communicating with people through the veil.
As I stated before, “dead people are still people, they’re just dead.” Don’t think that just because you are able to talk with them through the veil everything they tell you is right or correct or God’s will.
The more you pay attention to the input you receive through your spirit body the more clear and definite it will be. Pray for God’s help in developing your spiritual awareness and He will guide you with angels to instruct you personally.
With Love and Faith,
Philip Stevenson