CHAPTER 20: "RECENT EVENTS"

I remember that the beginning of this unusual occurrence began on a Thursday. For a long time I had been planning to purchase a Walkman, for the one that I had broke a few years ago, and I never replaced it. I had so many tape cassettes that I could not listen to, so as I passed a shop which was having a sale, I walked in and bought a new Walkman.

Returning home, I looked at all the cassettes I had, deciding which one to listen to first. As I was pondering this, a man who in this life was named Shlomo Carebach came into my thoughts and communicated that I would be doing him a great honor were I to listen to his tape first. Shlomo Carlbach was a Hassidic rabbi who also was a folk singer with his own style of song. Most of the songs he wrote and sang were in praise of God. Of course, I put that particular cassette into the Walkman and listened. Even though I do not understand Hebrew, as I listened I cried. The songs touched my heart. The rest of that day all I did was listen to that tape over and over again.
The following morning, was a Friday and as I was praying, my “guide” came to me and asked if the following morning I would go to the services at a Hassidic synagogue. I did not question this, for I felt that if I were asked to do that it must have some great significance and importance.

I went to a predominantly Hassidic area of New York, and the first person I saw I asked where the closest synagogue was located. I arrived there at 8:30AM, since I did not know the time the Saturday morning services began. When I walked into the temple, it was half-filled with people. Of course, the women were separated from the men. Everyone was seated and looked at me when I walked in, and I am sure they all wondered what I was doing there. I do not own either a suit or a prayer shawl, but I did wear a skullcap, which was the one I wore to my wedding. I had saved it all these years.

After I sat down, I noticed that no man would sit next to me. The women were separated from the men, which is customary practice amongst the Hassidim. When the services started, and of course they were in Hebrew, which I do not understand, to my right was an area which could seat 3 men and to my left two could sit comfortably. No one wanted to sit near me. About 15 minutes into the service, I felt someone sit down next to me, but I did not turn to see what the man looked like. All of a sudden, that man said “Good morning, Blake.” Of course, I almost fell off my chair. I turned my head and was looking directly at Shlomo Carlebach. He said, “I am here to talk to you.” I was so stunned that I forgot I could communicate telepathically with him; my only thought was that if I spoke people near me would think I was a crazy man.

I stood up to leave the temple, with everyone’s eyes on me. I walked out into the street, and since the temple was located in a very orthodox Jewish area, the streets were practically empty since most people were in temples praying. As I started to walk to the bus stop, Shlomo appeared again next to me, walking with me. He said that his communicating with me originally when he asked me to play his music was no accident. He said that he was proud to be a “Messenger” from our Creator. What he told me next really blew my mind. He said that he is there to inform me that I will now be able to not only communicate with spirits but also will be able to see them. My soul has advanced to such a level that God deemed it proper that I should be able to do this.

I asked Shlomo whether I would be able to see any spirit , whether I want to or not. My thoughts were of the film ‘The Sixth Sense,” in which a boy saw spirits all the time because they all had unfinished business on earth and needed his help. I knew that I could not devote the rest of my life to performing that function. The rabbi told me that that would not happen. When a spirit wants to be seen by me, he or she will make that decision. I cannot just think of someone and that person will appear. I was relieved, to say the least. I was told that I am evolving, which was exactly what my guide had said to me.

The next few days were a blur, for I continuously kept thinking of what had happened that Saturday morning. Going home on the bus, I missed my stop and went to the end of the line. Without thinking to ask the bus driver whether I can stay and be dropped off once he starts his route again, I got off the bus, and instead of taking a taxi home, I walked. I just was not thinking. Later that day, when I called my ex-wife to talk with her, instead of calling her cell phone I called her house phone. When she answered, she asked why I did not call her on her cell phone, as I usually do. I did not realize that I was calling the other number.

Monday morning, around 4:20AM, the spirit of the Christ appeared next to me. He said nothing, only smiled and nodded his head. I knew I was seeing the Savior, for I knew exactly what he looked like. I believe that had he spoken with me, he would have told me that not only are God’s Messengers proud of me but God itself is!! I was a bit rattled by his appearance, though.
Two mornings later, again as I was praying, both my mother and father appeared before me. They both looked wonderful, not early thirties as all spirits are, but as I remember them to look like when they lived on this side. Of course, they both looked in excellent health. They were holding hands, which was most unusual since their marriage was not a good one and they never showed any affection toward each other. That appearance thrilled me, for I know that my dad is at a higher plane than my mom, so they must have arranged the visit.

I have had many experiences the last 9 years which cannot be explained, but all of this went right to the top of the list. Several spirits have appeared since then: Karen Carpenter, Nostradamus, Thomas Edison, John Kennedy, etc. I do believe that spirits will appear only when I pray.

There is a man living in Brazil who has the name “John of God.” Healing spirits work through him to cure people of many different types of illnesses. When I told a friend that I made the decision to stop all the medications I have been taking ever since I returned to America, she suggested that John of God do a healing on me. Betty sent my photo to John’s representative; shortly thereafter, by email, I received specific instructions. I remember receiving the instructions on a Thursday, and the healing would begin the following morning at 7AM DST.

Friday morning I was in bed about 6:50AM, not knowing what to expect. I stayed in bed, just resting. I was to remain in bed for 24 hours. After two hours, I had to go to the bathroom. The rest of that day I was in the bathroom every hour and a half, eliminating both solid and liquid waste from my body. I knew that the healing spirit was cleansing my body.

At about Noontime, my guide suggested that I get out of bed and go to my mailbox. Again, I never question Him/Her. Next to the mailbox, on a radiator, was a big, while envelope with my name on it. Immediately, I knew what it contained. A very close friend of mine, who is very gifted at creating portraits of spirits, with their help, had asked if I wanted her to create a portrait of my guide. Naturally, I was very curious, since I know that when my guide makes a rare appearance on the “other side,” He/ She appears as a cloud of purple. I took the envelope bad to my apartment, returned to bed and opened the envelope. When I saw what Barbara had created, I started to cry. It was not the exquisiteness of the face appearing in front of me. It was not a strange symbol in the middle of the forehead. What was so striking were the eyes - the same eyes I had described that Jesus Christ had. As I looked at the eyes, it was as if they were boring right through my head to my soul.

I placed the portrait on the fireplace mantle, next to the cabinet which houses the symbol of worship for “true” Buddhists - the Gohonzon. Because I live in a studio apartment, I can see the portrait from any location in the apartment, except the bathroom. Now, when people come to communicate with my guide and ask me who or what they are communicating with, I can tell them to look at the portrait. My guide did tell me that He/She did control Barbara’s hand when she created the portrait, and that He/She wanted something drawn that I could understand. And I did understand!!!

After that Friday of staying in bed for 24 hours, only getting up to either go to the bathroom, getting a bit to eat and getting the portrait of my guide, the next two days there were many visits to the bathroom. On Monday, they began to decrease in number, and as of this writing, they have lessened, but I am not back to a normal routine for me. Instructions were also provided for the 8th day from the day of the healing.

I have no doubt that John of God, working with the healing spirit, will cure me of all my ails.