RELEASED TO THE LIGHT

Happy Fourth, everyone!  In a public chat that Mark Zuckerberg conducted a couple of days ago, he claimed based on recent scientific research that the future of Facebook communications lies in users using telepathy to interact with their computer screen. 

I missed that chat because I was working on an article at that time.  Luckily for me, however, a LinkedIn "Influencer" brought to my attention what Mark had just expressed publicly for the very first time in order to give the Facebook community a glance of what's coming down the pipe for Facebook and its global users.

Mark allegedly used the term, "telepathy," which describes the kind of communications that can occur between humans over long distance without using mechanical devices of any kind, to express that Facebook is already engaged in practical applications of telepathy even though we're still years away from fully understanding the natural laws that govern telepathy at this time.

Prior to Mark's declaration of a couple of days ago, I'd posted several status updates that used the word telesthesia to describe the same phenomenon because I'm keenly aware of my own burgeoning telepathic abilities.  What I wasn't aware of, however, was that a lot of money was being allocated now for serious scientific research in regard to the aforementioned phenomenon and, apparently, a lot of progress has been made in the field of parapsychology, which we all know had been perceived by leading scientists as pseudoscience for many, many years. Yet, those very same leading scientists have acknowledged for years that various scientific fields started out as being perceived as quackery until they became reasonable field of scientific studies and research.

Because I'm a scientist who believes in facts and things that can be reproduced, measured, and controlled, I distanced myself from the use of the word telepathy. Nevertheless, as I've made quite clear in some of my recent posts, I accept as fact that people on this realm can communicate with souls who are in different realms of reality after they depart from this one, which is not necessarily in contradiction with the laws of thermodynamics.  Nor is that in contradiction with string theory, which is the latest scientific hypothesis that mankind has come up with to explain these unusual occurrences.

For example, about a year ago I had an encounter with a spirit who had been somewhat closed to me in his life.  He made contact with me at a Schnucks' supermarket in my neighborhood, which he knew was familiar grounds to me and felt would be safer to contact me there since I had no interest in ever having any further contacts with him.  I didn't even know that the spirit who was contacting me had passed away.  At first, I thought it was my deceased mother who was trying to contact me to lift my spirit up or something.  

Lo and behold the spirit pointed me to a money order that was on the floor and asked me to pick it up a few feet from where I was standing because he claimed he had something he wanted me to do for him.  I wasn't in any mood to talk with someone I couldn't identify for some reason, and I knew from past experiences from spirits reaching out to me that if it were someone I knew that was in heaven there would be no pretense between us because there's no need for pretending in heaven since everything is right in the open.

But the spirit that was addressing me via telesthesia insisted that I listen even though he knew that I wasn't going to do anything for him at this stage because he had lied and deceived me in the last life that he had lived in addition to the fact that he had abused me physically in that life when I was a child. 

So I was definitely in no mood to listen to anything that he had to say.  But after I looked at the money order, which was for $500 and provided absolutely no way to return the money, I began to suspect that it was my brother and not my mother because of the former's addiction to playing scratch lottery tickets.  As the conversation went on, the thought crossed my mind that it was my brother.  But I never knew him to have telepathic abilities and he had not died as far as I knew.

Furthermore, because I had been estranged with my brother for the last six years of his life, I had no clue that he had passed away.  And his wife, as you will learn shortly, had her own reason for not letting me know that he had crossed over.

As the spirit spoke with me via telesthesia (brain waves that are barely perceptible to most human beings), I agreed to conduct the investigation that he was asking me to do on his behalf, but I specifically told him that after all he had done to me that I wasn't going to go through great length to prove the information that he was making me aware of for the first time since that couldn't possibly bring him back from the dead.

Reluctantly, my investigation led me to speak to my brother's neighbors, who told me of their suspicions about Jacques' death, their failure to understand why Jacques' wife had not let them know about Jacques' funeral even though the funeral occurred barely a few blocks from their house.  The neighbors related to me that the night before Jacques' death they had seen him outside that evening and he looked in good spirit and didn't look at all as someone who was about to die from an alleged heart attack.  I also learned from the neighbors that Jacques' wife had claimed that Jacques fell down from the top of the stairs in his own house after he was having a heart attack.  The neighbors related to me that Jacques' wife told them that's how she reported Jacques death to the police.

Jacques' neighbors also told me about Jacques' wife trips back and forth in her brother's truck to strip away everything that was valuable in the house after the house had been repossessed by the mortgagor.  They even expressed their consternation about Jacques' wife claim that Jacques had renovated the house when they knew quite well that Jacques certainly didn't have the capacity to renovate the house and they saw me renovating it over a period of four years while working on it at times from dawn to late at night on Jacques' behalf.  When I told my brother's neighbors about having received a call from one of my sisters who claimed that Jacques' wife had told them that Jacques had died of a heart attack in his bed, the neighbors expressed their sentiment that they had suspected foul play the moment that Jacques' wife had told them about his death.

After my conversation with Jacques' neighbors, my investigation took me to the coroner's office in downtown St. Louis where I learned that Jacques' body was initially transported before funeral arrangements were made by Jacques' wife. Unfortunately, other than the day and time of his death and the doctor's name who had pronounced him dead, no other information was filed by the police officer who answered to the 911 call.  As a result, no autopsy had ever been performed on the body.  From the information that the spirit was providing to me via telesthesia, I understood that he was saying that he had been killed through a deliberate overdose of his own medication.   

The contradiction between what Jacques' wife told the neighbors and what she told my estranged sisters, coupled with her strange behavior after Jacques' death and what Jacques had told me via telesthesia, led me to conclude that Jacques' telling me that he had been murdered by his wife in her attempt to secure the transfer of his disability award to herself was an actual fact, and not something that Jacques had made up.  Furthermore, The circumstantial evidence that Jacques' death occurred exactly after five of years of marriage to her, which would have allowed her to inherit Jacques' money after his death had it been a pension as Jacques had led her to believe, made it abundantly clear to me that Jacques was indeed right about the tale that he had told me at the Shnucks' supermarket store after he had passed away.

Ever since that Jacques had granted the St. Louis' VA Office the right to show me the documentation pertaining to his case on their computer, I had known the truth that Jacques had not been receiving his monthly checks from the U.S. Government as a pension but as a disability reward, which was not subject to being transferred to his wife upon his death.  Jacques had lied to his wife because of the stigma and label that our society places on mentally ill people.  And I empathize with mentally ill people's struggle with coming out about their struggle with their diseases.

Had Jacques told the truth to the person whom he had married, he probably would still be alive today.  Instead, Jacques' lying had finally caught up with him.  And his death had nothing to do with God.  His wife, in my humble opinion, made the decision to end his life for approximately $2,500 per month that he himself had in fact been stealing all the years that he had received it after he had made the decision to jump out of the back of a Marine Police car that was speeding on the highway at approximately 55 miles per hour while being taken back to base after he had gone AWOL and was subsequently apprehended.

What I learned from that experience is that people who victimize others often become victims of their own kind in return.  Sometimes it takes years before the wheels of justice finally catch up to them.  But I don't believe that one can escape the consequences of one's own bad choices.

As a result, although it looks like that Jacques had been killed for some random reason, he was in fact killed by one of his own kind, whom he had deliberately chosen to associate with and with whom he had made a pact long before he came to this plane.  And after the fact, Jacques' soul was confused and didn't want to accept that the story line of his life followed the exact script that he had planned even before leaving his eternal home. 

Five years after the sham marriage, Jacques' wife finally discovered after the fact that I had in fact told the truth to her that my brother had not been receiving a pension from the army, but rather a disability award because he had been diagnosed as schizophrenic shortly after he had gone AWOL while he was on one of his periodic psychotic breaks, which had occurred regularly in his life the moment he had to face a task that was beyond his mental and emotional abilities or he had faced a major setback in his life.

Because of his mental disease, Jacques was at the end of his rope in the end because he had taken advantage of those who loved him all his life, and in the end he was left at the mercy of someone who was as narcissistic and irrational as he was.  After he had passed away, for several months my brother's spirit had hung around in this plane in the hope of finding a way to let someone know that his wife had killed him.  Until he had succeeded in that aim, his fear that he wasn't going to be welcome into the light prevented him from completing the task of reaching the other side of the veil because based on all the bad decisions he had made in his life he erroneously was under the impression that he deserved to go to hell, and he wasn't sure whether moving into the light was going to take him to hell or heaven.

Yet, he realized that the only way that he would find out what was at the end of the tunnel was by taking the light train.  So, the choice was his:  he could stay how he was between the two realms for as long as he perhaps wanted or he could go into the light and complete his transition.

Because I had been my brother's greatest advocate in the life he had just lived and he knew that I had refused to judge him even though he had certainly abused me, he took my word for it when I said to him:  "Of course I forgive you, Jacques.   Don't be silly!  Do you really think that I can forgive you but God can't?"  

I went on, "Why do you think as a child that I didn't tell our father after you had asked me to shortly after you had attempted to nail me on the cross in your own words by intentionally throwing a rock right at my head and watching me bleed profusely in a similar manner that Christ did?"

Lastly I said, "You were just trying to understand, that's all!  But that certainly does not mean that you're going to hell since hell is just a fable."  

With that explanation, my brother went peacefully into the light because he knew that I had never lied to him before.  And he finally understood that I had always loved him, and that's why I had protected him all his life.

My reader is free to determine whether my story is true or not.  In fact, my reader is free to even think that I hallucinated it.  In any event, life is a learning experience that has very little to do with what we believe to be reality. Our perception is never complete because it is always limited by the perceptions of our senses, and there are entire realms about life that we cannot perceive with them.  Yet they are more real than any of us can imagine, just as we have barely begun to explore but an infinitesimal fraction of what the universe really is.

Regardless of the wrongs someone might have done while on this earth, that person can and will go to heaven just as Jesus promised to the good thief who had finally repented when they were being crucified together on their own respective cross.  The real question that's left to be answered here in my view is where the bad thief's spirit was going to go, which Jesus apparently did not specify.  

I conjecture that the bad thief's spirit came back to the realm he felt most familiar with because of his lack of understanding.  God did not pass judgment on him; God did not exclude him from the light of His healing; the bad thief himself refused to go to heaven because of his own fears and sense of justice by assuming that his father in heaven couldn't possibly forgive the bad things that he had done without realizing that there's no limit to God's mercy.  God does not judge; He simply heals by turning the light of truth on wrongs.  But all that we see with our eyes are in fact wrong because they are merely illusions.

Last revised:  7/5/2015