Communication with the Dead (Séances, Mediums, Channelers, Spiritism, Spiritualism) – Jimmy Akin’s Mysterious World

In 1973 a friend I had rented a house with while going to college gave me a book in his possession titled The Art Of Meditation by Bradford Smith. Bradford was an English professor at some Ivy League college in northeast USA who died around 1964 of colon cancer and this was his last publication which became a minor cult classic after his passing. I had the book in my possession over a year before I got around to reading it when I felt that trying meditation migt help me in dealing with a female acquaintance who had moved away to attend a distant college but was corresponding through letters mailed to me. I, being Catholic seemed to be searching for the spiritual approach to life while this person and most of my social group were pursuing the worldly rewards. My hope was in attempting meditation, it might bring divine intervention and guidance to my questions of why I felt compelled to such a diiferent perspective toward life compared to the majority of those I knew.
The book itself was more of a general broad description of various types of meditation arts around the world Brafdord had encountered while teaching Englis in Japan at the end of WW II. He had converted from his conventional protestant upbringing to Quakerism when he met his Quaker wife to be in college and declared himself a consciensious objector when being drafted into the miltary toward the end of the war. He had written several tour guides of the southeast asian region while in Japan and this book on meditation was more in the form of a tour guid than a direct how to do instruction manual or dogmas. What resulted from what I ascertained from the book and my novice one time attemp at meditation was a transcendent experiance of natural death, separation of consciousness from the body, an audiance with God through a sequential revelation of forgotten specific events dating back to my earliest childhood that subliminally formed the character of my personality revealed in the most at peace state of being within a presence of pure florescent white light.
In the transcendence I was sitting erect on the sofa in the livingroom of my duplex toward sundown on a temperate October Sunday with my eyes partial closed and my mind focused on my breathing and mentally pleading with Christ to explain why I lacked the worldly ambitions of most people I knew. As I kept focused on keepin my mind focused at the dark space at the center of my forehead a pastel saphire blue dot of light appeared in the center of the backness and it slowly pulsated and gradually increased in size as I acknowledge it’s presence as God’s response to my meditative plea. It continued to increase in size untile all the blackness had disappeared and all I was aware of was this saphire blue heavenly space. Then a small pastel jade green dot of light appeared in the center of the blue inner sky and pulsated ad increased in size just as the saphire bue dot had done. My legs were starting to tingle and hurt as was my back from sitting still in the erect position but as I had gleened from my readings, I did not want to move or lose focus on the spiritual presence before me. There became an almost electromagnetic sense or current coursing through my spine and the pain and numbness was becoming almost unbearable but feeling I was truly experiencing a conscious presennce with God I was resolved not to move or lose my focus on the light as the green dot of light pulsing expanded until all the blue was gone and the heavenly space beforeme was a pastel jade green. Then a small dot of pastel soft red light appeared where the blue and green had originated and similarly slowlt pulsated and expanded as the other two had. I began to feel hot as if I were in a room, overdressed and with the central heat on as the red ligh began to encompase the previously green fieled of view. I felt claustaphobic and smoothered by the heat but I resolved to Jesus that I would not move or lose my focus on his presence even if it meant me dying until He gave me insight into why I saw my purpose in life so differently than most around me. The red space before me began to appear as if I was in a dim lit photo developing room with red back lighting. A lattice pattern appeared as if I was looking at a large panoramic photo negative taken from the balcony of a large rotundra onto a crowded floor full of people standing shoulder to shoulder. I did not want to focus on the faces for fear I might lose my meditative contact with God so I continued to gaze at the spot before me where the other light sources had originated and an orange pastel dot of light began to pulsate and expand within the panoramic lattice of people below and before me. As the orange light expanded and replace the red back lighting, the soffocating sense of heat and claustraphopbia began to subside and the pain in my limbs and the electromagnetic snse of tortion in my spine began to subside. The a bright gold dot of light appeared where the other four dots of light originated from as if I was looking at train light approaching from a distance. Unlike the other dots of light, the gold light did not pulsate but continued to expand in size with beam of light rays projecting from it brighter than the sun itself but it was not painful to look at. I realized I no longer felt a sense of body weight or any physical sense as the gold ligh began to take over the entirety of my perception. I felt no sense of beathing or having a bodily presence but was hyper conscious of what I was doing and experiencing. When the golden rays of light overcame me I found myself within a bright white flourescence of light with an indescribable sence of peace and total lack of emotional turmoil.
Then a sequential revelation began that explained what had guided my formative personality. I began to recall events that had happened from my earliest of memeory that had totally been forgotten over the years and at the time of their happening really didn’t seem to have any enlightening affect or correlation. I began to recall how a freind at a Baptist church nursery school had been telling me about his mother getting him ready for bed the night before and how funny she was and how much he loved her. He asked me what my mother was like and without any sense of caution I told him I didn’t know because my mother died when I was a baby and I didn’t remeber anything about her. It was if I punched him in the stomach. He was in shock and appologized for asking and expressed his condolence. I told him it was alright because I didn’t feel the sense of loss since I couldn’t remember her but our friendship was irrepairably change and I sensed his perception of me as a victim. I was determined to find out what my mother was like by asking my five older siblings and my father so if anyone else ever asked what my mother was like I could tell them. Then I recalled an incident a semester later at the Baptist nursery school where my father took me while he was at work at my older siblings were in school, that the teach had read a story out of the Bible. It was a story about an angel appearing to this man and telling him what God wanted him to do. It may have been the story of and angel telling Joseph to take Mary and Jesus and flee to Egypt or Noah being told to build the ark. All I know for certain was whenever the teacher would finish a bible story she would explain how it was relative to us personally. She said we all have guardian angels and maybe our guardian angel sometimes talks to us and tells us what to do. It was like moment of insight because I had two previous experiences where I was in the process of doing something that would have probably brought me harm and someone stopped me by speaking out calling me by name and telling me to stop and don’t do it. Both times it was as if they were stnding right behind me and when I turned to wee who it was no one was there. I distinctly remember how looked all around the areas I was at and behine bused trees and the garage thinking someone was teasing me by hiding. Each time I ended up leaving the area slightly bewildered and not commiting the action that may have brought me harm. There was a girl sitting next to me in class when the teacher told us about our guarduan angel and I excitedly told her my guardian angel had spoken to me. She called me a liar and latter that day out on the playground waiting for our parents to pick usup she again confronted me along with two other girls telling them that I said my guardian angel talked to me and I was a liar.
Next revelation to follow in this meditative state was one day I was out in the front of our house some time after the guardian angel story at nursery school. I was playing with two toy roadgraders I and my brother who was 4 years older, had gotten the past Christmas. Out of nowhere an anguished person cryed out, “Oh Bobby please help Me!” Iwa startled at looke behind me from where they sood but no one was there. I immediately knew it must be my guardian angel and this time unlike the two previous events, I was going to talke to them. I looked around and up to the sky and said, “I’ll help you guardian angel. Where are you?” The response was immediate and excited and Said, “Oh Bobby, oh Bobby!” in an almosy weeping response and the voice became inaudible and faded away. I could feel the voive vivrating into my throat and chest as if someone was embracing me as they spoke. I called out excitedly saying I’ll help you guardian angel, where are you two more times but there was no response. I ran to the backyard where earlier I had seen my brother. I was screaming out his name in excitement and the garage door which was closed opened ever so slightly and my brother came out with a surprised look asking me what was wrong. I asked him if his guardian angel ever talked to him and he looked stunned. He asked what I was talking about and I explained that my Nursery school teacher had toled us our guarian angels talked to us and mime had just spoke to me out in the front yard. He suddenly became angry and said,” Your are always asking about mama and we don’t like taliking about her. If you don’t stop asking about her, I am going to run away and never come back.” I was terrified. The thought that my brother would run away and I would neber see him again made me cry and I begged him not to run away and never come back. He said then to leave him alone and not follow him as we walked off into the neighbors yard and out of sight. I was crying and afraid he would not come back and I ran in the house to tell our older siblings what he said and I was afraid he was running away. They laughed and said not to worry. I was five then and my brother was eight or nine. After that my brother would use that threat to make me leave him alone or just to get a kick out of my reaction. That night we went to bed and shared a bedroom. In the dark I was saying my nightly prayers praying Bill would not run away when a gohstly voice calle out from across the dark room. ” “Baughhhhhby. Baughhhhby.” it was Bill tormenting me in revenge. I told hin to stop or I was going to tell on him. In the darkened silence as I prayed under the covers over my head Bill crawled across the foor, suddendly grabbed my arms yelling “Bobby!”. I jumped up and into the hall from the end of my bed running into my oldest sister room crying. She asked what was wrong and my first response was,” Bill is scaring me and I am afraid of dying.” It was the first time I think I ever really came to the realization that I was going to die as well as all those I loved and it was terrifying.
The final revelation in the meditation was recalling being in the garage with my brother. He pointed out an old weather wood chest that sat in the back of the garage covered in dust. He said that daddy said to never go near it or open it. I asked him why and he said it had mama’s this in it and we we not supposed to mess with it. I had never really noticed or had a curiousity about it. I kind of scared me . It was her cedar chest and after sitting in the garage and weathering it resemble a casket out of some hooror movie. The revelation brought everything into focus through events I had long forgotten never ware of any lasting affects of their happening or correlation but come out of the white fourescent meditative presence it all coalesced. Not having felt the attachment to my mother who had died before I was old enough to remember her left me curious enough to ask my siblings and others about her especially after my friend reacted toward me when I told him I didn’t remember her. Because my mother had died leaving my father with three boys and three girls to raise alone left her troubled and attached to the family she was physically separated from. My siblings and others who knew her were emotionally tomented by my asking about her and this created unresolved feelings between my mother and our living family. The last time I head he voice was the day out in the front yard where I responded to her pleading. She was pleading because my brother Bill was in the garage looking in that cedar chest trying to regain a sense of her presence and past because I kept asking about what she was like and he was obviously feeling and expressing anger and resentment of me while nhe was looking in the cedar chest and she was at witts end wanting to resolve the turmoil. My acknowledging her presence was enough to make her leave. My brothers threats of running away was enough for me to stop asking about her and I never heard her voice again. The first time she spoke I was getting ready to climb up on a pile of boards and rolled up picket fences behind the garage. I wanted to catch a horned lizzard sunning itself and eating carpenter ants on the old lumber pile that was behind the garge. She said, “No Bobby. Don’t!” Our father had told us never to get on the pile of lumber because ther were nails in there and splinters. A few years later I was on the pile of lumber and got a nail in my foot followed by a tetnus shot. The second time my mother spoke to me I was in the alley behind the neighbors garage and saw two golf club handes sticking up out of the garbage can and though I could get them and me and my brother could play golf. Gof clubs in the hands od five and eight year old could have a very bad outcome. That time she said “No Bobby!” both times I stopped what I was getting ready to do and looked all around the areas for the person who had spoken thinking some one was watching and hiding from me so I left the areas without completeing the deeds I was plotting. All this correlated to the letters I was getting from the girl who had gone off to college. The anxiety I felt was as tormenting as having to recall the presence and feelings of someone who had passed. I needed for her not to write me because our lives were never going to be together and I really didn’t want to get to the point of threatening to run away. God is ever present and even love ones who have passed can occasionally be a guardian angel. Don’t become attached to the things of this world for they cam become a trap and imprison you from real peace and everlasting light.

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January 17, 2021 at 12:12 am

In 1973 a friend I had rented a house with while going to college gave me a book in his possession titled The Art Of Meditation by Bradford Smith. Bradford was an English professor at some Ivy League college in northeast USA who died around 1964 of colon cancer and this was his last publication which became a minor cult classic after his passing. I had the book in my possession over a year before I got around to reading it when I felt that trying meditation migt help me in dealing with a female acquaintance who had moved away to attend a distant college but was corresponding through letters mailed to me. I, being Catholic seemed to be searching for the spiritual approach to life while this person and most of my social group were pursuing the worldly rewards. My hope was in attempting meditation, it might bring divine intervention and guidance to my questions of why I felt compelled to such a diiferent perspective toward life compared to the majority of those I knew.
The book itself was more of a general broad description of various types of meditation arts around the world Brafdord had encountered while teaching Englis in Japan at the end of WW II. He had converted from his conventional protestant upbringing to Quakerism when he met his Quaker wife to be in college and declared himself a consciensious objector when being drafted into the miltary toward the end of the war. He had written several tour guides of the southeast asian region while in Japan and this book on meditation was more in the form of a tour guid than a direct how to do instruction manual or dogmas. What resulted from what I ascertained from the book and my novice one time attemp at meditation was a transcendent experiance of natural death, separation of consciousness from the body, an audiance with God through a sequential revelation of forgotten specific events dating back to my earliest childhood that subliminally formed the character of my personality revealed in the most at peace state of being within a presence of pure florescent white light.
In the transcendence I was sitting erect on the sofa in the livingroom of my duplex toward sundown on a temperate October Sunday with my eyes partial closed and my mind focused on my breathing and mentally pleading with Christ to explain why I lacked the worldly ambitions of most people I knew. As I kept focused on keepin my mind focused at the dark space at the center of my forehead a pastel saphire blue dot of light appeared in the center of the backness and it slowly pulsated and gradually increased in size as I acknowledge it’s presence as God’s response to my meditative plea. It continued to increase in size untile all the blackness had disappeared and all I was aware of was this saphire blue heavenly space. Then a small pastel jade green dot of light appeared in the center of the blue inner sky and pulsated ad increased in size just as the saphire bue dot had done. My legs were starting to tingle and hurt as was my back from sitting still in the erect position but as I had gleened from my readings, I did not want to move or lose focus on the spiritual presence before me. There became an almost electromagnetic sense or current coursing through my spine and the pain and numbness was becoming almost unbearable but feeling I was truly experiencing a conscious presennce with God I was resolved not to move or lose my focus on the light as the green dot of light pulsing expanded until all the blue was gone and the heavenly space beforeme was a pastel jade green. Then a small dot of pastel soft red light appeared where the blue and green had originated and similarly slowlt pulsated and expanded as the other two had. I began to feel hot as if I were in a room, overdressed and with the central heat on as the red ligh began to encompase the previously green fieled of view. I felt claustaphobic and smoothered by the heat but I resolved to Jesus that I would not move or lose my focus on his presence even if it meant me dying until He gave me insight into why I saw my purpose in life so differently than most around me. The red space before me began to appear as if I was in a dim lit photo developing room with red back lighting. A lattice pattern appeared as if I was looking at a large panoramic photo negative taken from the balcony of a large rotundra onto a crowded floor full of people standing shoulder to shoulder. I did not want to focus on the faces for fear I might lose my meditative contact with God so I continued to gaze at the spot before me where the other light sources had originated and an orange pastel dot of light began to pulsate and expand within the panoramic lattice of people below and before me. As the orange light expanded and replace the red back lighting, the soffocating sense of heat and claustraphopbia began to subside and the pain in my limbs and the electromagnetic snse of tortion in my spine began to subside. The a bright gold dot of light appeared where the other four dots of light originated from as if I was looking at train light approaching from a distance. Unlike the other dots of light, the gold light did not pulsate but continued to expand in size with beam of light rays projecting from it brighter than the sun itself but it was not painful to look at. I realized I no longer felt a sense of body weight or any physical sense as the gold ligh began to take over the entirety of my perception. I felt no sense of beathing or having a bodily presence but was hyper conscious of what I was doing and experiencing. When the golden rays of light overcame me I found myself within a bright white flourescence of light with an indescribable sence of peace and total lack of emotional turmoil.
Then a sequential revelation began that explained what had guided my formative personality. I began to recall events that had happened from my earliest of memeory that had totally been forgotten over the years and at the time of their happening really didn’t seem to have any enlightening affect or correlation. I began to recall how a freind at a Baptist church nursery school had been telling me about his mother getting him ready for bed the night before and how funny she was and how much he loved her. He asked me what my mother was like and without any sense of caution I told him I didn’t know because my mother died when I was a baby and I didn’t remeber anything about her. It was if I punched him in the stomach. He was in shock and appologized for asking and expressed his condolence. I told him it was alright because I didn’t feel the sense of loss since I couldn’t remember her but our friendship was irrepairably change and I sensed his perception of me as a victim. I was determined to find out what my mother was like by asking my five older siblings and my father so if anyone else ever asked what my mother was like I could tell them. Then I recalled an incident a semester later at the Baptist nursery school where my father took me while he was at work at my older siblings were in school, that the teach had read a story out of the Bible. It was a story about an angel appearing to this man and telling him what God wanted him to do. It may have been the story of and angel telling Joseph to take Mary and Jesus and flee to Egypt or Noah being told to build the ark. All I know for certain was whenever the teacher would finish a bible story she would explain how it was relative to us personally. She said we all have guardian angels and maybe our guardian angel sometimes talks to us and tells us what to do. It was like moment of insight because I had two previous experiences where I was in the process of doing something that would have probably brought me harm and someone stopped me by speaking out calling me by name and telling me to stop and don’t do it. Both times it was as if they were stnding right behind me and when I turned to wee who it was no one was there. I distinctly remember how looked all around the areas I was at and behine bused trees and the garage thinking someone was teasing me by hiding. Each time I ended up leaving the area slightly bewildered and not commiting the action that may have brought me harm. There was a girl sitting next to me in class when the teacher told us about our guarduan angel and I excitedly told her my guardian angel had spoken to me. She called me a liar and latter that day out on the playground waiting for our parents to pick usup she again confronted me along with two other girls telling them that I said my guardian angel talked to me and I was a liar.
Next revelation to follow in this meditative state was one day I was out in the front of our house some time after the guardian angel story at nursery school. I was playing with two toy roadgraders I and my brother who was 4 years older, had gotten the past Christmas. Out of nowhere an anguished person cryed out, “Oh Bobby please help Me!” Iwa startled at looke behind me from where they sood but no one was there. I immediately knew it must be my guardian angel and this time unlike the two previous events, I was going to talke to them. I looked around and up to the sky and said, “I’ll help you guardian angel. Where are you?” The response was immediate and excited and Said, “Oh Bobby, oh Bobby!” in an almosy weeping response and the voice became inaudible and faded away. I could feel the voive vivrating into my throat and chest as if someone was embracing me as they spoke. I called out excitedly saying I’ll help you guardian angel, where are you two more times but there was no response. I ran to the backyard where earlier I had seen my brother. I was screaming out his name in excitement and the garage door which was closed opened ever so slightly and my brother came out with a surprised look asking me what was wrong. I asked him if his guardian angel ever talked to him and he looked stunned. He asked what I was talking about and I explained that my Nursery school teacher had toled us our guarian angels talked to us and mime had just spoke to me out in the front yard. He suddenly became angry and said,” Your are always asking about mama and we don’t like taliking about her. If you don’t stop asking about her, I am going to run away and never come back.” I was terrified. The thought that my brother would run away and I would neber see him again made me cry and I begged him not to run away and never come back. He said then to leave him alone and not follow him as we walked off into the neighbors yard and out of sight. I was crying and afraid he would not come back and I ran in the house to tell our older siblings what he said and I was afraid he was running away. They laughed and said not to worry. I was five then and my brother was eight or nine. After that my brother would use that threat to make me leave him alone or just to get a kick out of my reaction. That night we went to bed and shared a bedroom. In the dark I was saying my nightly prayers praying Bill would not run away when a gohstly voice calle out from across the dark room. ” “Baughhhhhby. Baughhhhby.” it was Bill tormenting me in revenge. I told hin to stop or I was going to tell on him. In the darkened silence as I prayed under the covers over my head Bill crawled across the foor, suddendly grabbed my arms yelling “Bobby!”. I jumped up and into the hall from the end of my bed running into my oldest sister room crying. She asked what was wrong and my first response was,” Bill is scaring me and I am afraid of dying.” It was the first time I think I ever really came to the realization that I was going to die as well as all those I loved and it was terrifying.
The final revelation in the meditation was recalling being in the garage with my brother. He pointed out an old weather wood chest that sat in the back of the garage covered in dust. He said that daddy said to never go near it or open it. I asked him why and he said it had mama’s this in it and we we not supposed to mess with it. I had never really noticed or had a curiousity about it. I kind of scared me . It was her cedar chest and after sitting in the garage and weathering it resemble a casket out of some hooror movie. The revelation brought everything into focus through events I had long forgotten never ware of any lasting affects of their happening or correlation but come out of the white fourescent meditative presence it all coalesced. Not having felt the attachment to my mother who had died before I was old enough to remember her left me curious enough to ask my siblings and others about her especially after my friend reacted toward me when I told him I didn’t remember her. Because my mother had died leaving my father with three boys and three girls to raise alone left her troubled and attached to the family she was physically separated from. My siblings and others who knew her were emotionally tomented by my asking about her and this created unresolved feelings between my mother and our living family. The last time I head he voice was the day out in the front yard where I responded to her pleading. She was pleading because my brother Bill was in the garage looking in that cedar chest trying to regain a sense of her presence and past because I kept asking about what she was like and he was obviously feeling and expressing anger and resentment of me while nhe was looking in the cedar chest and she was at witts end wanting to resolve the turmoil. My acknowledging her presence was enough to make her leave. My brothers threats of running away was enough for me to stop asking about her and I never heard her voice again. The first time she spoke I was getting ready to climb up on a pile of boards and rolled up picket fences behind the garage. I wanted to catch a horned lizzard sunning itself and eating carpenter ants on the old lumber pile that was behind the garge. She said, “No Bobby. Don’t!” Our father had told us never to get on the pile of lumber because ther were nails in there and splinters. A few years later I was on the pile of lumber and got a nail in my foot followed by a tetnus shot. The second time my mother spoke to me I was in the alley behind the neighbors garage and saw two golf club handes sticking up out of the garbage can and though I could get them and me and my brother could play golf. Gof clubs in the hands od five and eight year old could have a very bad outcome. That time she said “No Bobby!” both times I stopped what I was getting ready to do and looked all around the areas for the person who had spoken thinking some one was watching and hiding from me so I left the areas without completeing the deeds I was plotting. All this correlated to the letters I was getting from the girl who had gone off to college. The anxiety I felt was as tormenting as having to recall the presence and feelings of someone who had passed. I needed for her not to write me because our lives were never going to be together and I really didn’t want to get to the point of threatening to run away. God is ever present and even love ones who have passed can occasionally be a guardian angel. Don’t become attached to the things of this world for they cam become a trap and imprison you from real peace and everlasting light.

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