Contacting The Other Side

Last weekend, I had the privilege of hosting Mark'shown' what happens when you 'die'. I did not have
Macy, who communicates with the 'dead' usingthe experience of the tunnel that most near-death
electronic equipment, and his machine, the Luminatorexperiencers describe (not that I was near death in
(more on that later), for a couple of parties, where heany way), but doors opened from my heart and I
described his research. The reason I say 'dead' incame out on a beautiful landscape, which I was told
quotations is that once you've seen his research, youwas different for each person. After a few moments
can never again believe that the spirit that leaves aof enjoying that, I was showered with a beautiful green
dead body actually dies. His evidence includeslight that permeated me, and then a beautiful yellow or
computer passages, typed from a computer whichgolden light that did the same. After a while, that faded
was turned on without anyone physically in the room,away, and I was back in the beautiful landscape, but
and which included information only known to thethis time, there were thousands of 'people' there. (I think
'dead' woman and her still living husband, and athis is the welcoming party that everyone talks about.) I
message left on Mark's own telephone answeringwas at a distance, hovering in the sky, looking at the
machine from a colleague who was 'dead'.assembled group, but I noticed that if I asked for
While Mark's presentation is clear and convincing, thesomeone, they'd sort of come to the front of the
best examples of transcommunication he shows aregroup, or perhaps I zoomed in to them. I was given to
the ones provided by the audience itself. With theunderstand that in a way, this 'party' is somewhat
Luminator running, he takes Polaroid photos ofholographic, as if each soul sent a hologram of a part
audience volunteers, and many of the photos haveof itself that I would recognize, not necessarily that the
faces completely different from the physical ones ofwhole soul was there.
the photo subjects. (On my blog of this article (see linkA while later, a reproducible way to talk to 'dead'
in resource box below) I've included 3 of my photos --people occurred to me. All I need to do is go back into
one of me (as me, not the best photo, oh, well), one ofmy heart, open the doors out onto the landscape, be
me that is clearly not me (as there maybe two faces,cleansed by light, come out at the party -- and then
and at least the nose and mouth aren't mine), and oneask for a particular 'person'. So I tried it with my
of my paternal grandmother, who might be the face inhusband's father, who 'died' when he was 15. I learned
the second photo (or maybe not). The only alterationsome things about him that my husband could verify,
to the Polaroid camera is that black tape is place overwhich believe me, I didn't know, and others that made
the light sensor so that the flash doesn't go off,sense to him, though he could not actually verify them.
because the spirit faces need a low light situation to beThe next day, I happened to be teaching my day-long
seen on film.'Psychic Skills Workshop', and offered a guided
Even more fun for me was getting to hang out withmeditation of the process to the participants as a
the Luminator. This machine seems to change thebonus session after class. Everyone stayed, and
electromagnetic field in an area at least a hundred oreveryone got to their landscape, and everyone found
so feet in diameter. Another clairvoyant who wasa person -- not always the person they had thought to
there described it as changing the energy of thecontact, but someone they knew! Because it was the
space in my home to that of the borderline betweenfirst time I had ever done the meditation, I didn't leave
the worlds ('here' and 'hereafter'). At first, I was reallyenough time for people to have satisfying
taken aback by its power -- it felt like my body wasconversations with those they contacted. Oh, well...
on some kind of speed, or having an adrenaline rush,that's how you learn. Next time I'll leave more time for
though my mind was completely normal. As I got usedpeople to talk to their loved ones.
to it, though, something amazing happened. I was