THOSE WHO CAME BACK
FROM THE DEAD

Jozef Rulof

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© 2014 'De Eeuw van Christus'

THOUGH I experienced many wonders through my spiritual gifts, the experience with one of my patients was not only miraculous, it also made me understand how strong the spiritual powers of man can be when he passes on to external life having completed a rich life. Passing over means happiness for one person, sadness, sorrow, grief and deep darkness for another. But those who have love and are spiritually open to life as it comes are the happy ones on the side beyond. They will see light and receive much love such as they gave to so many others while on earth. God knows the way their life has been and they’ll be rewarded according to their inner strength.

A patient came to see me requesting me to diagnose a person from a photograph. I took the photograph into my hands and after a few minutes I heard my leader Alcar say: ‘There is nothing you can do, the disease is in a terminal state; he will die. Tell her that you cannot cure him, but that you can treat him if they so wish.’

I notified the lady who answered: ‘After I tried so hard to get him to agree. This man is a priest and his faith stops him. You cannot even help him now that I persuaded him?’

‘I can help him’, I said, ‘but I can’t cure him.’

‘That disappoints me bitterly’, she went on, ‘we are so anxious to keep him. Oh, he is such a good person. However, it will comfort him if you help him.’

‘No doubt’, I said. ‘But you should not tell anything about this to his relatives, they are not to know. One more thing, I have to go out of town in a month.’

‘For how long?’ she asked.

‘Three weeks.’

‘Well, what should I do? Should I bring him to you? Then you can meet him and you can continue right away when you are back.’

‘That’s all right with me’, I replied.

‘Is he seriously ill?’

‘Yes, very seriously.’

Some days had passed when one afternoon the patient came to see me. He was a tall, slim man, a beautiful personality. He radiated something which I sensed immediately. He had beautiful blue eyes with a childlike expression, beaming with love. He laid down to be treated and was seemingly very curious to see how this was done, for he had never been magnetized before. He gave himself willingly, closed his eyes and opened himself to me entirely.

After the treatment which did him good, he said: ‘Look at my trousers and coat. I can get into them twice over for I have lost much weight.’

He laughed at his own appearance. He had an other nationality and spoke Dutch with an unusual accent. But his manner of speaking was so attractive and his voice so pleasant that everyone would become endeared to him.

Charming, I thought, nice to hear him speak.

‘I feel peaceful now’, he said, ‘it has done me good. You have a lot of power.’

One of my patients had given me a figure of Christ which she had sculpted for me. He looked at it and asked: ‘Are you a believer?’

‘Yes’, I answered. ‘I’m very religious.’

‘A beautiful sculpture. A great artist who made it. Magnificent.’

The way he pronounced the word magnificent expressed his entire personality.

‘Marvellous’, he said again, ‘very sensitive.’ Then he left.

When he came for the second time, his first glance went to the figure of Christ; the image of God’s perfect Child especially interested him. I could understand that, for he was after all a priest.

‘It has done me good’, he said, ‘a lot of good. I’m glad I decided to be treated by you. Do you know that I am a priest?’

‘Yes, I have been told.’

‘Oh, by her?’ he said smiling.

‘Yes, she told me’, I said.

What a beautiful smile, I thought. It would steal anyone’s heart. Anyone who saw him smile would feel a flow of love right through himself.

‘I have never resorted to this sort of thing before but I trust you completely!’

I thanked him for the compliment and began treatment. During treatment I felt that he kept his eyes on the figure of Christ and that I could penetrate deeply within him. To be allowed to treat a person in this way is blissful. He absorbed my radiation and magnetic powers which would bring him relief. I also felt that I was being intensely connected with him. Meeting such people was not a daily experience. To open oneself completely is possible for only a few. I regret it that I could not change his condition, other, higher powers were needed to cure him. I could trust the message my leader had passed on to me, though it was nevertheless a great disappointment. Meanwhile this treatment had also done him a lot of good.

‘You have helped me a great deal’, he said.

‘I can only do my best and let us hope that it will continue to do you good. We’ll have to wait and see.’

I probed him to feel what he thought about his condition but he was relaxed.

‘Yes, we are all but human’, he said, while looking at the figure of Christ.

I understood: we would have to become like Him.

He cast down his lovely blue eyes and said: ‘The Son of mankind’.

I felt how deeply his love reached out to Christ. For a moment he sat in deep meditation. Then he looked up at me, his eyes like suns, beaming to meet mine. I felt his inner warmth flow into me. A beautiful moment, I thought, he gives himself entirely. He was like a sun and his entire being radiated love. No wonder they did not want to lose him; they couldn’t miss him.

‘I have experienced a lot during my life’, he said.

I felt what he meant.

From his own life he passed on to what he was now in contact with.

‘I’ve never had to deal with these things, though I have heard a lot about them. I should be off now’, he said and he left.

After the third treatment we had become good friends. We were of the same mind and gradually and carefully he began to ask questions. All his questions were directed at his own life and religion. He was very concerned about the misery on earth for, he said, there was no need for people to suffer so much. He felt all that misery and that made him sad. I also understood that he could move mountains. This priest had great faith and trust in God’s justice. When he told about his own life and all the misery of people tears welled up in his eyes and his voice gave evidence of his deep love.

I asked him whether he would like to see my paintings obtained through psychic powers.

‘Gladly’, he said, ‘but you should explain them to me, I would like to know what they mean.’

I told him that I could not paint or draw myself and that I had received them in trance. He merely smiled and kept silent. His beautiful smile reflected his admiration for this phenomenon. For some time he stood in thought looking at my paintings.

‘Wonderful’, he said, ‘but alarming.’

‘Alarming’, I continued, ‘why alarming? Isn’t it marvellous to be allowed to receive something that beautiful? The spirits come to me with good intentions. There surely is nothing wrong to be seen in all these paintings? They all express love and faith, faith in eternal life. What I have received is love.’

He kept smiling. He walked from one painting to the next.

He contemplated all this for a long time as if he wanted to solve this mystery by himself. Then he looked again at the figure of Christ as if he tried to get the truth from Him. I left him to it. I had respect for his personality. I was in no way going to force myself on him.

After he had seen everything, he said: ‘I’ll go now, we’ll talk about it next time.’ He shook my hands warmly and left.

During the next meeting he quite unexpectedly asked: ‘Do you believe in Mary?’

In Mary, I thought, what does he mean by that question? After I inwardly felt what he meant by that question I said: ‘But of course I believe in Mary. I believe in all saints. It used to be my religion!’

‘Not anymore now?’

I probed again, felt what he was aiming at and said to him: ‘Let me explain.’

The priest looked at the Christ, as if he felt what I was about to say.

‘I received a different religion from the spirits, that is to say from those who passed away from us. This faith is deeper than the one I had and knew before. However, I should tell you first that I do not call the spirits, for they do not let themselves be called. I used to believe in all the saints and why should I no longer believe in them now that I know all this. All the saints you know have an other and much greater meaning for me than before. I am learning to understand their lives on earth and the mission they accomplished. I do feel how beautiful their lives have been. I could not appreciate that before, the spirits have explained this to me. They who died on earth and returned to us know all the saints and they know how we should live to acquire this sacredness. They tell us that we must love life and that after our death on earth when we have fulfilled a good life we will be happy and meet all the saints again.’

He nodded his approval and agreed.

‘The lessons I receive from the spirits invariably deal with the problems which keep mankind occupied most of all, which are faith and love. They show me the way to live, in order to obtain happiness and light in life after death. I find this life in nature, in which I learn to understand God’s life. Nature is God, they say. Their doctrine is deep and full of truth. They tell me about their lives and I have been allowed to see it repeatedly by the parting from my body. I have seen how pious and sacred their life is. They tell me, as I said, that we have to love all life because it is created by God. And they who say this, how could they be devils? People can’t believe this, although it is the truth. Believe me when I tell you that if I received nourishment for the mind that pulled me down, I would not have anything to do with those spirits. But everything is still clear and pure and I’m sure it will stay that way. They only give me love and this has become my faith. Since you say that you know a lot about this, you can surely understand my situation. They point me to Him Who stands behind you, to that great figure, the Christ. They say we all have to follow His example. He died for us. We’ll receive His love when we follow the road the spirits show us. They live behind the veil and this veil is lifted for me. Isn’t it magnificent to be allowed to observe their beautiful and pure life from earth? It is a great mercy to receive such a gift and I am very thankful. To be allowed to serve as an instrument for high spirits is a mighty and wonderful task which it is very difficult to accomplish. My life has changed since I have come into contact with them. They say that all religions are one and that all are true. The connection I have now, this faith, is deeper than everything else. Through the spirits I have learned spiritual laws, and no other religion can give me that. I am in contact with these laws, they are the laws themselves. They showed and pointed out to me how their lives on earth were and how they are now. They are happy and will remain so forever.’

‘Do you really believe’, he asked unexpectedly, ‘that we live on and that it will be as they say?’

‘But of course. I told you that I see them and that I know their life. I have been there several times and I assure you that the human being does not change when he enters that life. We remain the way we feel now. Nothing changes.’

He smiled again but said nothing.

‘Can’t you accept it?’

‘No’, he said frankly, ‘it is too incredible for me, to good to be true.’

‘You believe in eternal life and yet you think that everything is different?’

‘I don’t know, but I’ll wait and see.’

‘It is the truth all the same.’

‘You are a priest too’, he said to me.

‘People’, I went on, ‘who are on the spiritual road and tell others of it are priests.’

He looked at me and said: ‘Very good, very clear.’

After he had gone Alcar said to me: ‘A human being in the true sense of the word. There are only a few priests like him. Such people are rare on earth. He need not be on earth much longer, he will soon see our life. His feeling is attuned in the spirit.’

Wonderful, I thought, the way Alcar spoke of him.

I heard my leader continue: ‘You’ll get to know him better.’

One afternoon, after I had treated him, he asked me: ‘What do you give me really? I feel so refreshed and cheerful after your treatment. And what are you doing when you put your hands so gently on my body where I feel pain?’

‘What I do? I’ll tell you. When I close my eyes I’m praying and asking God for strength to help you and to ease your pain. Without His help and power I can’t achieve anything. After my prayer I begin to focus on your condition and I feel in my own body where you have pain. I subsequently concentrate on my leader who will tell me what I should do and I act accordingly. It all relates to your illness, for Alcar wishes to change the pain and sorrow of people into happiness. Not only physically but especially spiritually. I feel and see him beside me, and I even hear him speak to me.

He can see through all matter and my knowledge is his. I can’t do anything without him and I open my heart and soul to him. When he tells me to stop I know I have treated you sufficiently. I can trust him in everything and rely on him. He is a master and a father to me, I see through him, I learn about life through him and he solves difficult spiritual problems for me. I learned through him to appreciate God’s sacred love so far as it is in my power to appreciate it, for am I not only a human being? In his loving hands people feel safe, they can completely give themselves to him. My leader, your reverend, is a spirit of love and as such people who come into contact with me will get to know him. He who gives himself into Alcar’s hands will never feel deceived.’

He looked at me in surprise and asked: ‘How did you learn that name? Who told you?’

‘He himself. I told you that I can see spirits and hear them speak. He told me his spiritual name himself. When my leader was still living on earth he had an other name. I see his beautiful personality, he radiates a pure and clear light and his teachings are the same as His.’ I pointed at the Christ. ‘Everything is love!’

‘Beautiful’, he said. ‘It does me good and gives me support… If only it will stay that way’, he continued.

‘I’ll take care of that. It is a mighty grace and I’m not ungrateful. My gifts are sacred to me; it is my purpose in life and I feel I have already taken leave from the earth. Believe me when I tell you that I know life after death better than my earthly life.’

‘You have a lot of power.’

‘Yes, I have. Once again I’m grateful for that. I am clairvoyant and clairaudient, I paint, heal and am a writing medium, but to be allowed to depart from my body is by far the most magnificent gift. To be allowed to stay there and to see their life, oh, that is wonderful! This is a great gift from God, which only few people receive. To people who do not know these powers they are not wonders and all this is of no value, because they do not accept the truth and lack the sensitivity for it.’

‘Is departing from the body as you term it the most beautiful experience?’

‘Yes, the most beautiful and mightiest of all. For by telling people about it they will change their life and war and murder will cease to exist.’

‘You are a prophet.’

‘No, father, I’m not. I am just an ordinary person like all people, but what I tell you is the truth. Isn’t it marvellous to tell people about eternal life you have experienced yourself? They can hang on to that because they need support.’

‘You could tell a great deal about that’, he said.

‘I have done so already and if you want to know about my leader and my life and that of those on the side beyond you can take with you the first part of my book. I have that in my cupboard. It will give you a true image of life after death.’

He let it pass and asked me: ‘How old are you?’

‘I am thirty-eight.’

‘Splendid, then you can still do a lot for people. I haven’t done anything else all my life and I never regretted it. On the contrary, it always makes me happy. But’, he said, as if he remembered my words, ‘do you see the spirits as you are yourself?’

‘Yes, as I said, I see, hear and feel them. They are like we are, but they are further ahead on the spiritual way, at any rate those who possess light. There exists what may be called hell and those who live there will have to cover a long way and each of them will have to break himself down. And that is not so simple, people have no idea how difficult. On the whole we human beings are too self-centered. I have seen hell and heaven, various hells and heavens on the side beyond but there is no fire. What burns in hell is the fire of passion and violence in their souls, I mean those who live in the darkness. I related this in my books.’ I went to the bookcase and took out the first volume of ‘A View into the Hereafter’ and I said to him: ‘This is my first written work and the second volume has just been published. It is not a literary or scientific work, but it contains the holy truth. You will find it amazing and wonder whether it will all be like that when we enter that life in the future. However, I was allowed to experience all this. In the book you will get acquainted with my leader and also with many other spirits. You will be surprised to read how magnificent life after death is, that there are no wonders anymore and that all problems cease to exist when man gets to know all those wonders and problems. It is not a romantic vision or fiction, it is reality.’

I gave him the book. He took it into his well-proportioned hands and asked: ‘May I take it with me?’

‘Yes, do, I have plenty. When you’re finished reading you may if you like read the second book as well.’ He cordially took his leave.

When my patient came to see me some time later she said: ‘You know, he is very fond of you. He calls you André and Jozef and he says that André floats in the universe and gets his wisdom from there and talks to the spirits. Where in heaven’s name does he get all this from? Have you talked with him and told him about your experiences?’

‘I talked with him a great deal, but didn’t he tell you that I have given him the first volume of my book?’

It was an indication that he must have been reading it, for I knew the passage in the book dealing with the universe.

‘He is improving’, she said very happily, ‘don’t you think so? We all see it. He has been so cheerful recently and he praises you for that. He undeniably feels better. So he is improving, isn’t he?’

I let her finish, realizing what she wanted and when I did not react she asked: ‘Why don’t you say anything? He does improve, doesn’t he?’

I did not answer directly and said: ‘Let’s be grateful for what we have been able to accomplish and not run ahead of things.’

‘But we see him improve.’

‘I said to her: ‘What we achieve is profit.’

‘Profit, you say, oh, how horrible.’

‘Not at all horrible’, I said, ‘there is nothing that can be done. We should be glad that he feels all right and we should wait and see.’

‘We cannot do without that sweet man’, she said.

‘We cannot change fate.’

She left in distress. It was a pity indeed that he should die. The priest would be missed as he was much loved but if he felt well he could be happy. She wanted him to be spared, but her priest and father had to die. I could not help disappointing her, for I could rely on what my leader said.

I was curious to know what he would say about my book, for he seemed to be broad-minded. I was not surprised when he came again and asked for the second volume.

‘We’ll talk later’, he said, ‘and I’ll ask you a lot of questions, but first I want to read everything.’

After the treatment we did not talk and I said farewell to him for three weeks, as the time had come for me to leave town. He felt fine, was free of pain and he would see me again when I returned. He wished me all the best and said: ‘I shall keep quiet and read.’ The priest left.

My patient who was yet to see me said: ‘Last night I was with him, there was mass. After mass he suddenly said to me: ‘Jozef knows of my illness, he and you know, and no one else.’ I thought that I would sink through the floor. How did he know? I didn’t tell anybody. Does he know that it is serious? Is it really true, does he suffer from that illness? Can’t it be cured? I don’t understand why he said that to me’, she said again. ‘Can you give an explanation?’

No, I could not and I told her that I did not know.

‘I do hope’, she continued, ‘that he won’t get worse while you are away.’

She left and I prepared for my departure.

Alcar said to me: ‘He feels his end is nearing.’

I started my trip. Even though far away from him I sensed his condition. Alcar said to me that his condition had worsened. Upon my return I was called right away. He had been in bed for some days. I realized that the beginning of the end was approaching. If only it wouldn’t take long. The disease could be lingering on. All his friends and loved ones were despondent and thought that if I had not gone away his condition would not have deteriorated. However, I knew better.

On a Wednesday morning I went to visit him. When I entered his room he beamed with happiness and was pleased to see me again. He took both my hands, looked at me and said: ‘My Jozef! How I have been longing to see you.’

I felt his deep love for me, which made me very happy and it was as if he did not want to let me go.

‘Thank goodness you are here. I finished your books, Jozef!’

I trembled. What was he going to say?

‘Splendid! Splendid!’

He closed his eyes, he did not speak a word. He laid there very still, apparently in thought. At that moment I felt the peace of the spirit coming from him toward me and I became still too. I sat down near his bed and both of us were lost in thought. I thought of his warm friendship and the love he felt for me. I gladly accepted his pure love and I was most grateful for it. How short had I known this human being and yet it seemed as if many years had passed. I prayed for him and started the treatment. Beside me I saw my dear leader, the spirit of love who had connected me with the patient. Now we were one and I waited for my leader to speak, as I saw that he examined the patient. I did not have to wait long and when Alcar connected me I heard him say: ‘There is nothing we can do, he’ll soon pass over. I’ll prove this to you, just be patient.’

I was shaken. Now what? I prayed to God to let him leave this life without pain. I dared not ask for more, there was nothing more he could be given. He would have light in life after death and light meant happiness. The man whose hands I was holding had fulfilled a good life and was prepared to die.

With his eyes still closed and his hands folded, he said after a long silence: ‘Beautiful, Jozef, beautiful for people but few will believe it. Difficult, it is very difficult to accept all this great love, Alcar.’

He spoke haltingly but I understood him. Thank God, I thought, he has understood my work. He had spoken only a few words but it did me good to hear them from his mouth. It made me happy.

Indeed, few people could accept it. I heard so often that it was too simple, not literary or significant enough so that everything I told about life after death could not be appreciated. They found it too sweet! One day, however, they’ll all become sweet, as sweet as honey. When these people were faced with the most important and final problem, when their eyes were opened, when they were allowed to see behind the veil, standing before God’s holy throne, then nothing would be too sweet or simple and they would want to possess a very great deal of this simpleness. There they would see themselves, not until then would they appreciate all this. I did not write for those people. They could not be reached.

He who was lying on his deathbed, he, the priest, felt the warmth and the spiritual power which radiated from everything and above all the great love Alcar possessed. I could not have expected more. From people who suffered grief and sorrow, who had been left behind alone and belonged to the highest classes of society I had also received letters telling that they were very, very happy. In the hours of parting Alcar had supported them with his deep love. They knew now that they would meet their loved ones again. They had seen this mighty event taking place; at the deathbed of their loved ones they had observed something. The dying person had exclaimed that himself. For all these people my books had become a spiritual support, a strength to carry on life by themselves. Through Alcar’s words they had taken the cross upon their shoulders, the cross which God had made them bear. People could not be reached and were not ready to give themselves until they suffered grief and sorrow. No worldly scholarship could help them, then they yearned for spiritual warmth, for a similar feeling and love. Their eyes were opened and they listened to the soft but clear voice and they found themselves.

However, the others were not in for nourishment for the mind, they wanted to have their feet firmly on the ground, as they said. They had gone astray; life on earth had absorbed them too. They threw my books on the fire stirring it up, while inwardly perishing of cold and spiritual poverty. It never occurred to them that their time might come soon.

If I had been allowed to write my books only for him I would certainly have done so, fortunately many others were interested.

I felt happy that the priest understood me so well. Not that I needed this, I just went ahead, because I saw the life I wrote about, I departed from my material body and was allowed to experience it. Everything was true, everyone will experience it when they enter that life. Many people led a materialistic life and laughed at everything, also at their own ignorance. These grown-up, adult people were like little children, though children are often more sensitive than adult and learned people. Those interested in life after death and living up to it were the happy ones on the side beyond. The others would need many years before they would see light, as their mind was confused. Spiritual life is difficult to reach. But when one feels it within, it brings happiness and eternal truth, a powerful confidence and the possession of a sacred life. It brings love, pure, perfect love. This human being felt it.

‘Jozef ’, the priest said suddenly, ‘I’m going to float far away from the earth.’

I was startled. It was exactly what I had been thinking of. It seemed as if someone else had given him the strength to tell me this. It brought tears to his eyes. The priest was like a child and I felt the same. We were two adult beings and yet children in the spirit. We had one God and had passed into each other. We felt one life, one love, he as a priest and I as an instrument. We both served one God, wanted to serve one God, we had one Father and knew one truth. He had acquired this truth and wisdom by study and by experiencing life as God wanted man to. As a result he had developed. I received it direct from the hereafter and had been connected with eternal life. I was allowed to see through his study and so I understood his theology and life behind the veil.

All this mightiness passed through my mind, I was taken up into the cosmos by my spiritual leader Alcar. I knew now that I was a part of that powerful, mighty and Divine life. Yet I had never studied and came from a rural village. Nevertheless, I had received a knowledge and belief as pure as crystal. It was simply nature, it could not be learned, one should feel it. The priest felt it, he was gentle, gentle as life itself and he stood open to that mighty life. It was reflected in his beautiful eyes, in his voice, in which the gentle feelings of heart and soul manifested themselves and this characterized his personality. This childlike purity characterized his whole being. As a child he would presently enter the spheres and find that place in the heavens where unknown beauty awaited him. This priest loved people with all their faults and sins. He knew the passions and understood because he wanted to understand. He looked beyond their mistakes and gave, gave himself completely. His heart had always been open and those who had knocked at the door of his soul were always admitted. The door to his soul cracked in its hinges, they were wrenched out, the door-posts were smashed. He did not try to repair them for he knew that they would be smashed again. He left the door open and everyone, old and young, rich and poor, could enter. He let them because he possessed much love, it was not otherwise possible to help them. Who knocked at his door was admitted and many entered. But some came with mud and dirt on their shoes, he did not notice, he did not want to. He loved them with all their faults and sins.

‘Come in’, I heard him say, ‘do come in, don’t be afraid, my door is open’ and with a smile he welcomed them and put them at ease. ‘As you see, the door is destroyed and I cannot and will not close it anymore. It will always remain open for everyone.’

This is what life had taught him and many people had come to him. Some put their shoes outside the door and approached him gently. These people felt respect, a spiritual respect for his personality and honoured his dwelling place of the soul. They did not want to disturb his inner peace and quietly went home. He helped them in body and mind. However, there were others who came without feeling, they did not feel or show any respect. He would look at them in amazement but said nothing. Man needed help and he was prepared to give that. Although trembling with fear, being aware of their mistakes and faults he would manage to control himself. Composed, he smiled and made them feel at home. His constant smile performed wonders. Many entered, looking him sharply in the eyes, which made him shiver and tremble, but he stood before them as a child, surprised at such inhumanity. His beautiful dwelling place of the soul, always well-kept so that God could enter, was defiled by man.

When man had left he remained behind with all this human vice. He had to cope with it himself. Nobody could assist him and he needed no help. He knew and had the power and knew how to keep his spiritual dwelling clean so that God could enter at any moment. He possessed that great power and deep down within his soul lay this pure love.

No, nobody could stain the home of his soul. A sea of love washed it clean, nothing remained in its place and the fire of his inexhaustible love wiped it dry. Nobody knew his secret nor did they want to know. He kept this treasure to himself and only smiled which drew all people to him. That was the way he lived, the way he had to live. That’s how I understood this priest.

It was quiet around the patient and I thought of Alcar’s words that he had been a great priest. I felt the stillness of death, the departure from this world, the entrance on the side beyond. I felt this problem within me, I felt and saw it and it absorbed me. What I now experienced everyone living on earth will have to go through. I felt the priest, fathomed his inner condition and knew how happy he would soon be. He had lived as a human being, as a child of God.

Unexpectedly he opened his eyes and asked: ‘Do you have faith in people?’

I was startled. He had taken over my thoughts again for he continued: ‘Death is my friend, Jozef.’

Did he already feel the spiritual language that is only used and known in life after death?

‘I do’, I said not knowing what else to answer. He raised his eyes and looked at the picture of Christ that hang above his bed. It was to Him that he directed his beautiful eyes. A child asked for strength to be taken up, to advance his departure.

Then, after a few seconds, he said: ‘You are a blessed man, Jozef.’

It was as if Christ Himself had said this to him.

‘You should not forget the saints’, he continued. Then, very unexpectedly, after having directed his eyes at the Christ, he said: ‘I’m going to die, Jozef, before the end of this month I’ll have gone. Then I’m going to float, just like you.’

How is it possible, I thought. Had Christ told him that? Is he in such close contact? Where did he get this from so suddenly? I was amazed that he was so calm. He sensed the gifts I had and inwardly I thanked him for his few but so deeply felt words. It contained a warning for me to keep my gifts pure and exalted. He was now far, very far away from me. I followed him inwardly and I felt that he succumbed entirely. It was another secret he alone knew, he felt connected with the Son of men.

He again looked at the Christ. Tears flow down his face illuminated by a ray of light. You are an angel, I thought. He had acquired a knowledge which only those dying experience. He had already passed into that inexplicable condition wherein worldly laws and learning dissolved and were absorbed. There was no doubt in him, I did not sense the slightest hesitation. This was a wisdom he had just now experienced in complete silence which had come from a higher source.

I experience something mighty this morning, something unnatural. It is bound to be supernatural, I thought. It radiated him, these powers passed into him and he told me, he let me share it with him.

‘Will you help me, Jozef?’ he asked unexpectedly. ‘I’m going.’

When I looked at him, I trembled. I felt a deep happiness.

‘But of course’, I said and I saw that he was crying again.

He sensed me and said: ‘Not because I’m going, Jozef, not because of that, don’t think that.’

I understood and sensed why his tears were flowing. He was thinking of all his children. To part from them was difficult for him. They could not miss him, for they could no longer enter and find an open door to warm themselves. Oh, it was not so easy!

He spoke again and answered by inner thoughts. It was amazing.

‘To part from them is difficult’.

He had clearly perceived my thoughts. It proved to me that an other force was working in him. It showed that he possessed great love and that he was able to pick up spiritual powers and truths because he was already in contact with the spirit. Such a beautiful event was rarely experienced at a deathbed. This was indeed a very special transition, a preparation for the eternal world. Not only did he feel his passing over, he also already knew the spiritual language spoken there. He already had the possibility to pass from one man into the other, yet he still lived on earth. What I experienced in that moment was magnificent.

‘You must go now, Jozef.’

I took my leave. Hardly half an hour had passed but what a great deal I had experienced.

On the way home I contemplated all those things. How beautiful this morning had been. How mighty to leave this life so convincingly. How delightful it was to be allowed to help the dying in this manner. I had seen many pass over but not one like him. Some were afraid, others took nourishing food, for they did not want to die. But whenever death comes no scholar can help neither could spiritual powers accomplish a change. No one can escape it which is the only just moment on this terrible earth.

This priest was familiar with death. To him it was a welcome friend, a friend who delivered him from his suffering, who brought him happiness, light, love and beauty, and yes, eternal life. What remained of death? Where was its power? Where remained all that terror when death could be called a friend? With him death had nothing to feed on, for he knew no fear and felt no misery or sorrow which death fed on. Death would experience poverty in his case. It would starve because it was not fed. He was in empathy with death, he smiled and death smiled back at him. They were familiar with each other and had become great friends. Life had taught him this. He received everyone in the house of his soul and did not grumble when they were rude, but welcomed and approached them with love. As a result he had taught the meaning of death and he knew that it meant eternal life. He saw through its mask, he was clairvoyant and saw behind the veil of destruction and terror. He saw that death was not the end but progress to unknown regions. For him the cruel man with the scythe had been replaced by an azure heaven, a paradise of bliss. Fate ceased to exist, to him it was all God’s holy guiding. God called him and death yielded and disappeared and could not approach him. This priest had everything he needed in the land of eternal truth. Death was pleased that among all those people a few were not afraid.

‘Listen to me’, I seemed to hear death say, ‘you man of the earth listen what I’m going to say. Look at me, I’m not dead. A flame burns within you, it is God sending you His love, keeping all of you alive. That which you see, your outer appearance, that will die. But within you is something that lives on and will live on forever and shall learn to know endless depths. Exalted happiness awaits you but only those who see eternal life in me. I did not give myself the name ‘death’, it was you, you human beings, because you do not know me. To you I was ‘death’, but only for those who are themselves living dead. A spark of eternal life, the eternal truth lies within you. Do not let my name spoil your life. I am not death, I am life and he who knows me will be happy.’

I had been able to follow everything, but who was it who spoke to me like this? Death! It was a living creature, with a sharper view than we who thought to be alive. Its being was cold and at the same time it possessed the warmth of the sun through which it could warm everybody who saw life in it.

With a feeling of great happiness I entered my home. What a morning! So much received and experienced! What a blessing it was to be a medium. I got to know life behind the veil and all of this through the priest I had met such a short time ago and whose great love for man I had discovered. It would not be long before the priest would learn the real meaning of death and he would pass over in a purple coloured light. The purple light would blend with thousands of other shades which were the radiation of his own inner life. It was his heaven which he felt and saw. There the spirits would wait for him. Everlasting beauty and peace would await him. Little did I expect at this moment that there were more beautiful and sublime experiences in store for me regarding the priest.

Soon it was Saturday. I was looking forward to visit him. He felt my powers and understood me.

The priest was already waiting for me. He took my hands in his and said: ‘My Jozef.’

How fond of me he had become. Tears filled my eyes. He deteriorated visibly, the illness could not be stopped. I sat down beside him, put my left hand on his forehead, my right hand on his chest and radiated him. He, the priest absorbed this power which gave him the peace he needed so much for his last days on earth. He felt the beneficial action of life-magnetism.

No medicine could help anymore and neither could I. After I had prayed I heard my leader say that I had to concentrate in the spirit. The moment I did I seemed to observe forms of intelligence. Yes, I was right. Around the bed of the priest I saw various spirits. They were dressed in beautiful garments and radiated a magnificent light. They were looking at the man who would soon pass away.

I wondered what the meaning of this could be. Soon it became clear to me, since I heard them sing spiritual songs and two voices in particular caught my attention. Once was a tenor and the other a bass, while the other voices completed them to merge together as one. It was heavenly! The tenor voice was of unprecedented beauty. It moved me deeply, it sounded so mighty and lofty.

When the song ended Alcar said to me: ‘The priest is connected to an order and those who have come to his deathbed want to make his passing away easier. They have come to him from the hereafter and they are spirits of love. The spiritual power of this event will pass into him. He is still unaware of it though he will sense something.’

I discovered that I was being connected with the radiation of this event. The love of all these beings was manifested as a light which was directed at the patient. It surrounded him and would remain so to arrest other forces. This was spiritual peace, a consecration in the spirit. The light now enveloped him as a spiritual wall, a fortress of love power. What I was allowed to observe was marvellous. They who were already living in the hereafter and had known him on earth knew that he would die, as he knew himself. I felt a connection in this, one understanding. Love continued beyond the grave. All these creatures had been priests on earth and had accomplished good lives. He would be admitted in their midst for he belonged to them and the fact that he had already been in contact with them on earth was very special, few people received that.

The patient had fallen asleep and I left quietly. The spiritual beings had also disappeared.

When I went downstairs his wife asked me what I thought about her husband’s condition. ‘Will it be long?’

‘No’, I said, ‘it won’t be long though I don’t know yet when. If it is necessary I’ll tell you.’

The next time I experienced other wonders.

When I entered I was asked to wait. A priest had arrived from Paris, but the patient would only see him one minute. I smiled for I felt that he did not want to miss a second of the time that I was going to be with him. After a minute I was called in and I entered the sickroom. The patient was very happy and he yearned to tell me something. I sensed this as soon as I saw him.

‘Listen’, he said, ‘sit down. I have been floating, Jozef, very, very high, just like you. It was beautiful. I saw wonderful things.’

He repeatedly paused for a breath and to see whether I would be amazed. He was very, very happy. Then he continued, ‘I saw wonderful flowers. No, not here, they are not that beautiful here. These were different. I also heard singing, very beautiful indeed.’

I was startled. Would he have heard the singing?

‘Wonderful singing’, he said again, ‘oh, lovely. Beautiful voices.’

Remarkable, I thought, the man is a clairaudient, clairvoyant and clairfeeling medium. In the last moments of his life these gifts had apparently come to him which I fully understood. His feelings passed on into the spirit. No wonder he was happy. I consciously saw this experience often, but when I told about it people could not believe it. He, the priest, was now in contact with eternal life. When he had finished telling me about it, his eyes were filled with tears.

‘I have seen a lot of people’, he resumed. ‘Beautiful, beautiful lovely voices.’

While saying this he looked at the picture of Christ to thank God’s Son for everything. As usual I seated myself beside him and treated him. Alcar told me to be attentive as something was going to be shown to me. I felt the priest sink away from under my hands. Suddenly I saw a ray of light in which a radiating being manifested himself. He became ever denser so that I could clearly see him. He moved from the top to the bottom of the bed and made it clear to me that I had correctly seen and felt. Now within that light I saw an apparition, a young spirit of radiating beauty. I took him to be between thirty-five and thirtyseven years old. The spirit faded and I saw another one. The apparition showed me something, I saw a cradle which contained a dead child. Above the cradle I saw the figure seventeen. It was lit so that I could clearly observe it.

Seventeen?, I thought.

‘Months’, I heard and then, ‘died!’

A short and concise statement which left no doubt and I immediately understood the meaning when I heard the spirit say: ‘My father!’

My father?, I thought. My God, what a mighty wonder. His father? So he was the son of the priest, a son who had left the earth at an early age.

Alcar said that I had correctly felt and I waited what was going to happen next. A child who left the earth at seventeen months was returning at the age of thirty-seven to meet his own father and to help him passing over? That was a very special event. It was a deep mystery inscrutable to the human mind. What wisdom! How marvellous this knowledge was and what a mighty problem. The child had been living, so it was not dead, otherwise it would not have been able to manifest. And it had grown up. But where? Was that possible? I clearly saw a beautiful creature, a spiritual apparition. Now wasn’t this a mystery? I was shown a supernatural mystery and I was connected with it. A problem people on earth were unaware of and which could not be understood. It was the truth, though, for I saw it. These were spiritual problems and laws people only got to know after death, in the existence where my leader and millions of others live. Several times I had been allowed to stay there where the apparition had grown up. It was mighty evidence of life after death if one could accept it. What a treasure of truth I was given. Hundreds of questions entered my mind and on all those questions I could give myself an answer.

Where was death now and its power? Man deceived himself. Who could still believe in death? A young life, the child who was considered to be dead returned to the earth as an angel to help his father on earth and to escort him to the side beyond. How deep was this mystery and how did this being know about it? How did he know that his father was going to die? How did he know anything about father or mother for he did not realize the meaning of father and mother when he passed away. Yet he returned at this moment when his father would pass to that other life, where his child lived.

My leader instructed me to listen and I heard the beautiful creature say: ‘I have come to take him away: this has been granted to me, it is God’s will. Ask my mother whether I died at that age, she’ll confirm it. A band of love kept me connected to them. An eternal band of love binds us, it binds all people to their loved ones who live on this side and will wait for them when they too pass over. I was allowed to leave the earth at a tender age. This in itself is a mighty grace. You see that I am alive and you hear me speak to you. It is all the holy truth. Convince yourself and ask her.’

Deeply moved by this event I listened to this spirit in admiration. I heard him say: ‘I grew up in the spheres of light, know that life is eternal. I think the way you think and live in the spirit. I see and hear you and I can connect myself with your life. I know that he who is lying there is my father, my material father. However, we have and know only one Father, Who is God. I thank you that you were prepared to listen to me and to open your inner eyes to me. I also thank you for the love you have given him. Thank her who is my mother too, for all her love. I feel and receive their love because I live and will always remain bound to them. I know that they love me and that one day we’ll meet again forever. This moment is sacred to me, always remember that. Would you please tell all my loved ones? I live in the spheres of light and my father shall also find light and happiness. He will soon be with me, all this is God’s holy Will, His Will be done! It is the truth, and because of this it is sacred and people shall bow their heads to Him Who is Father of us all. It is a mighty grace for you to be allowed to experience this. From this side I call out to you and to all people: Have no fear of death, we live in heavenly beauty. You’ll see light if there is light within you. All this is love, Divine love. I’ll stay with him to the end. His material body will be buried, but his spiritual body returns to life, the life that is God. No man can change this. Go now, I’ll watch over him. Nothing will disturb his peace. I thank you.’

I watched the spirit withdraw and fade away. I felt myself floating, I wasn’t myself anymore, for I had experienced a sacred event. Before I left I thanked God for everything I had received. I took leave of my dear friend, brother and father. Downstairs I asked the mother of the apparition, the wife of the priest whether it was true.

‘Did you have a baby’, I asked her, ‘who died at the age of seventeen months? A boy? Would the child if it had remained alive now have been thirty-seven?’

I need not doubt the truth, she burst out crying.

‘Yes’, she said, ‘our son died that young.’

Oh, what a wonder, I thought. How true and sacred it all was.

I heard Alcar say: ‘Tell her that you spoke to her child. She must know.’

So I continued: ‘I have just now experienced something very beautiful. Your child manifested himself at his father.’

I felt however, that she didn’t know or understand what the word manifest meant and that I should not go on, it was too deep, too unreal. People could not accept supernatural things, so I took my leave.

Throughout the morning I did not have the courage to ponder over this problem. I had to be at ease, it also had an impact on me. Many problems stirred through my mind. I saw depths and wide views at the still unknown human horizon. A terrible thing confused all this magnificence, all this beauty, and that was death. This image destroyed everything so that people could not accept eternal life. People shrugged their shoulders and returned to their daily cares. Death destroyed the happiness of people, it brought grief and sorrow though it could only mean great happiness. It put its veil of death in front of eternal light and obscured the holy truth only because people wanted that. They loved death and did not want to see the light but the truth shown here was that death meant life. A seventeen months old child returned as an adult and told that he had grown up in the spheres of light, in eternal life. The child lived in heavenly bliss.

Oh, death, disappear from the earth and don’t destroy human happiness. Go and put away your scythe, for you are love. Radiate people with your eternal light, your warmth and strew flowers on their path and illuminate their ways where you used to bring ruin. Death, what remains of your power, your old age and terror? You are like the child, the child who left the earth and returned as a young man.

Within you, people of the earth, lies this truth. You live in the material and have eternal attunement. Eternal life glows in your souls, death melts and evaporates, yes, dissolves and life goes on, higher and higher until it reaches the highest heights and feels God, there where the child of the priest grew up. Put away your dark garment, it is only pretence. We know the truth of eternal life, for it was shown to us a little while ago. Nothing can change that.

I felt a time coming when people will not accept death anymore, that death would be on the wane, that its character changed. Its kingdom of gloominess collapsed, it could no longer exist. People dethroned it. It had embittered life on earth long enough. People should know that there is no death and that only life is reality. Grief and sorrow will finally change into happiness and being together eternally on the side beyond. All evidence of this was remarkable, how deep was this wisdom. How immensely wonderful, how mighty everything turned out to be. A child who had left the earth at an early age returned because it knew that his father was going to die. The seventeen months and thirty-seven years enclosed one life. For man on earth this mightiness was covered by a veil but I saw through it and understood everything.

Thank God we can now say this, with those who have preceded us and returned to tell us. They call out loudly: ‘There is no death; there is nothing but life!’ Oh, God, what enormous truth You give us and such great happiness. However, they won’t accept this truth until they can see it for themselves. They don’t want and can’t accept it and are afraid that their own construction of knowledge will collapse. They rather prefer to believe in that archaic creature, in a death which frightens them and brings grief and sorrow when they could be happy. They sleep their deep, spiritual sleep and will go on sleeping. They do not hear this soft but clear voice, they don’t want to hear it and the house of their souls is and remains closed.

Must death stay in existence and keep on spoiling people’s happiness? Isn’t it a bliss to be given the truth while still on earth, through those who passed away before us? Open yourself and receive life! It could be your child, sister, brother, father or mother who asks to be admitted. Doesn’t this certainty give us the strength to shoulder everything God has given us to bear? Doesn’t it give us the answer to our question: ‘Where are our dead? Are they alive?’ How long has mankind been asking this? Now we receive messages from them, our beloved ones. Does this not tell us that love connects us and will bind us forever?

Around the head of the priest lay an aureole of spiritual truth, woven by his own child. Through him we got to know eternal life. If one of those who love him will accept this message and death will dissolve, it would be worthwhile and the return of his child would be rewarded.

I had learned that the priest was a real spiritualist though he did not use this word. He was a spiritualist in his heart and soul for he lived in the spirit. This is real spiritualism. It is what people call work of the devil which makes them afraid. Spiritualism was no more understood than death though both meant spirit and life. Through all this people learned to understand a sacred spiritualism which dissolved all misery and death became ‘life’ and gently smiled like a child. The devil who had hidden behind spiritualism had changed into a heavenly creature. Death passed on into it, both were one, brothers in the spirit. I could have carried on contemplating in this way for hours. There seemed to be no end to it because the end of this wonderful event, of this problem, lay in eternity. That’s where it existed, the problem was man, the child of God.

It was not the end of what I was to experience. I was still ignorant of mightier truths and wonders than those I had received so far. Soon, however, I would experience these as well.

Saturday morning came and as usual I went to see the patient. His eyes now had a radiance which I had observed in angels who live in the spheres of light. This radiance could also be seen in children; purity of the soul radiated from those small creatures. I stood in front of his bed and the priest opened his eyes. A wave of love passed through me. Eyes revealing depth and feeling, eyes sending a message of love and telling me of imminent departure. They closed very softly, very slowly and I knew that they closed for the earth. A shock went through me. Wouldn’t they open any more for me? How you have changed, I thought, my dear friend. It won’t be long now. I thought of the first time when my woman patient came to me and my leader Alcar had given me the message of his approaching death. How true it all was. How pure and what might lay hidden in this event. When they wanted the spirits can know everything about the human being. Would his lips speak again? Would those loving blue eyes look at me once more? Or would they really remain closed? The few steps from behind the bed where I stood to my usual seat seemed to take ages. I felt that he would not speak or open his eyes again. Within him lay eternal peace and this peace affected me. Beside him the young, heavenly being was still watching, his child who was thought to be dead. I saw and felt this being, he had laid his beautiful hands on the head of his father. A mighty light radiated over the priest. In this light which was around and within him he would pass over. In the spheres of happiness and love he would wake up and live.

I felt the tranquility of the spirit and in this condition one could only feel, the spoken word would disturb the peace. I prayed intensely that his departure would not take long. How exalted this deathbed was! In the spirit lay the patience of eternity. His hands radiated that light. The priest had fallen into a deep sleep, the healing magnetism had rocked him to sleep.

Only a few minutes had passed when I heard that I should stop. It was my leader who gave me this message. I also heard: ‘Take leave of him, Jozef.’

Is he going to pass over?, I thought.

‘You will soon know, do go now!’

For the last time I looked at him who had been a friend and father to me. ‘Farewell, brave priest, many will miss you.’

At the door I stopped. Would his eyes open again? Would those lips say nothing more, have they got nothing more to say? He lay there like a marble statue. Even his respiration seemed to sleep. I had to leave something beautiful behind but I was to receive something even more beautiful. But I did not know that at the time, I was to experience that later.

The human being lying there was worthy of that name. How beautiful a human being was; he radiated, he had cosmically awakened. The human being was a child of God, as God wanted to see all His children. What a beautiful place a world would be if all people were that way. I felt an urge to go, Alcar make me leave the room. Downstairs I was asked again whether it would be long, but I did not know yet and I wished them strength. I departed.

To be allowed to experience all this was a mighty blessing indeed. To feel it was spiritual happiness, to be allowed to see it was even more wonderful. The priest was like a child, he was the father, the shepherd of souls and friend to everyone who needed his help. As a child he would enter the spheres of light, as a father and shepherd of souls he was the driving power and the angel of salvation. In him I saw the symbol of happiness and real humanity. The radiation of eternal life fed his day-consciousness, he had lived in it.

Sunday and Monday passed without any news of him. On the Monday evening I was to treat a patient as usual and the man entered at the appointed time. While treating him I had the most remarkable experiences which were new to me. I felt a different, intensive influence. This influence was not as usual and I wondered what it might mean. The patient I treated was unaware of it, it was only meant for me.

I concentrated on my leader and I heard Alcar say: ‘Look around you, Jozef, see who is here.’

Who is here?, I thought.

‘Look who has come’, I heard again. ‘Look who is standing beside you!’

I attuned myself spiritually, I looked and startled. Did I see correctly? Beside me stood the priest. He was radiant! My God, I thought, what am I going to experience now? Is that possible?

‘Have you passed away already? Do I see correctly?’ I asked.

Then I heard a gentle voice which I recognized and had grown so fond of say to me: ‘Do you see me, Jozef?’

‘Yes’, I said, ‘I see you, I find it amazing.’

‘Do you hear me, Jozef?’

‘I hear you, yes, I hear you! Have you passed away?’

I heard him clearly say: ‘No, not yet.’

Oh, what a mystery, I thought. The spirit of the priest stood there in front of me. This was a rare event, for those who can manifest themselves directly carry great inner assets. These people have fully consciously entered eternal life.

‘Jozef ’, he said, ‘I am floating, I am floating! Now I am going to die. Oh, how beautiful it is here, Jozef. Will you help me?’

‘Of course I’ll help you.’

I thought I would sink through the floor. I saw him smile, his special, beautiful smile. He had not lost it in that other life. How wonderful everything was, words failed me. My mind was in a turmoil, I could hardly concentrate. Then I felt that Alcar helped me. How beautiful he looked! Beside him I saw a young and beautiful being I knew. How is it possible, I thought. It is his son. The priest looked younger already, yet he was still connected to his material body. Father and son were already united. This was an unforgettable moment. He would gladly have shown himself to all his loved ones, but that was not possible. Beside me stood the priest with his own child. Yet he had to return, but it would not be long before he would be free from earthly ties and could go wherever he wanted. A dying human being had passed out of his body. Wasn’t this wonderful?

‘Alcar’, I heard him say, ‘Alcar is here. I have seen him. Splendid, Jozef.’

He was still standing beside me. He was more than ever alive. Never before had I experienced a wonder like this. I had seen many people pass over but not one of them possessed the inner qualities that he was found to have. Eternal peace radiated from him. I felt my heart beat faster. He had not changed at all, apart from having become younger.

The priest looked at me and said: ‘The books, Jozef, it is all true! Beautiful!’

This was too much for me, it had not crossed my mind. Somebody from the hereafter telling me that!

‘I cannot talk much yet’, the priest continued, ‘everything in the books is true, Jozef!’

Tears of happiness rolled down his cheeks, he was so happy to be able to tell me all this.

‘I have to go now’, I heard him say, ‘but I’ll come back.’

The apparition of priest X and his son faded away before me and I knew where they were going to. Back to his material body to experience his last hours on earth.

How I thanked God for having been allowed to observe such a beautiful and exalted event. How we all have to thank God for being given these proofs of living on. He had given me proof in a way I would never have considered and it all served to convince mankind of life after death.

All this took place while I was treating my patient who had not felt or seen anything. It all happened without his knowing, because he was not connected. Would he believe me, I thought, if I told him what I had just experienced?

He would think about it again and again, not knowing what to say, as he would not be able to solve this mystery. It would be too much for him.

I had been connected with three beings, I had treated a human being taking away the pains he had come with and I had spoken with beings in the spirit one of which was about to die. What wonderful forces of nature! Still, all these things were quite simple if one knew and saw, heard and felt them, if one was prepared to accept. When one had the eyes to see, the ears to hear their clear but soft voices. All these problems were solved and the wonder was no longer a wonder, they were human powers of the spirit, it was the love the human being had. For me this problem was solved and it was a natural event. But those who cannot see or feel this laugh at it. He who has not acquired this level laughs, but he laughs because of his own ignorance.

People on earth, does this mean something to you? Does it make you happy? Do you accept that you live eternally and that we proceed on our road from one planet to the next? Do you feel that life on earth is part of eternal life? That eternal life is within us? Does the evidence not show that those who passed away on earth live in an other condition? Whether they can give us this proof is up to us. We must open ourselves, open our souls, then we may receive, receive much bliss. Our beloved ones will return to support us in our last hour. They prove to us that they will be waiting for us. So do not laugh at knowledge you do not feel or know. Do not laugh at an other religion and don’t curse an other human being for you curse your own eternal attunement. Live a life in the spirit and the treasures of the spirit will be heaped upon you. The gates of hell will remain closed to you for the spheres of light will be waiting. The human being curses himself when he thinks only of his material life and let his inner self, the eternal body, die of spiritual neglect. To ignore yourself spiritually is to enter the land of eternal peace dressed in rags. After thousands of years people still laugh about these wonders. They are still being ridiculed and the scientists still think themselves ‘learned’.

Do you hear the spirits knock? They knock at your house but you won’t let them in, yet they ask you to open your door. Some knock softly and others loudly. They all knock, but man keeps the door of his spiritual house closed. Nobody is allowed to enter.

Oh, human being, do not be afraid, they don’t destroy anything, they come with nothing but love. They quietly enter and bring you spiritual wisdom. They bring light, a lot of light and greetings from your loved ones who have passed away.

But people say: ‘I don’t want to have anything to do with all this.’ They barricade their doors and don’t want to talk about it. They ignore the knocking, they live in a modern era and don’t need this kind of love for they have their own love. But what kind? Self-love! The door closes and the spirit leaves. The few who have opened the door soon forget about it or they are disappointed because the kind of love the spirit brings is beyond their understanding. They don’t want that life, they can’t understand that love. The price is too high and too much effort is required. Spiritual love requires losing oneself, discarding one’s whole personality. People turn a deaf ear and remain hardhearted. They don’t want to feel that love nor hear that knocking. They cannot be convinced. They see strangers in these spirits and do not want anything to do with them. If they would be willing to open themselves their mothers or fathers, sisters or brothers would stand in front of them. They return with a heart full of love to warm them but they don’t want to recognize a dead person. The spirits will return time and again until the doors will remain open forever. Not until then will all be united and the spirit at peace. The church and spiritualism will be one and death has become life.

Aren’t they who return full of love? Isn’t all this worthwhile thinking over? Here it was a child who knocked and thank God, it was heard. All this should be thoroughly felt. Pull out your spiritual feelers and probe that invisible life. There are thousands who will help you. By feeling you will see, and this is knowledge. It is not until then that the human heart will break open and the human being will bow his head. Many accept this in time, others are too late. In their life of darkness all this could be spiritual nourishment bringing light.

How true everything is, I thought, as true as man has a heart and knows he is a human being. They are ignorant of the truly living human being, isn’t that terrible? That human being must tell these ignorant people that they are living dead. Man can’t fathom the depth of a soul. He cannot accept the invisible life, yet it lives within him, he himself is that great mystery. He curses everything he does not understand, including himself.

When spirits who have known eternal life return to us, must we close our eyes to them? Have we the right to tell them ‘go away and don’t bother us’? Can’t we let them in for a moment? They will take us to unknown worlds and show us unbelievable glorious views. They will tell us of nature’s magnificence and steer us clear of the seas and storms of life.

After my patient had gone Alcar told me that I should record the experiences received. I told a friend and my wife what I had experienced and that the priest would die that night.

The next morning after dressing I saw him. I walked to the living room and I felt that I was acted on. When I entered the room I saw the spirit of the priest next to the statue of Christ. I was startled and stood rooted to the floor. He stood there before me in a radiant garment, looking at me with that beautiful smile on his face. I sat on the couch and I felt that I was contacted with him. There stood my friend, he had died on earth! He had said farewell to his worldly life. Now he was forever spirit!

‘I died’, I heard him say, ‘last night. Oh, it is so wonderful here!’

I cried, I was deeply touched by such beauty and sanctity. I nodded but was unable to utter a single word, it was too much for me.

‘I died and I live’, he said again. ‘I am floating, Jozef! Jozef, I floated to you’, he repeated. ‘Nobody knows, only you. I can’t speak much yet.’

With short breaks, word for word, he had spoken. I saw him raise his eyes. The priest beheld the infinite cosmos. There he would meet his eternal rest and his spiritual assets in life after death. He was already far away from the earth. The light he radiated was the love within. To love, light and happiness!

‘Where are you going now?’ I asked after a short while.

‘I’m going to have a good sleep’, he answered, ‘I am tired.’

I saw that my leader spoke to him. The priest looked at him and left.

‘Farewell, my Jozef ’, I heard him say, ‘I’ll be back’ and he faded away before my eyes. It had been indescribably beautiful.

That evening the newspapers were full about his demise. Everyone who had known him spoke highly of his noble human feelings. A great priest, father and friend had gone; nobody could take his place. He had foreseen his own death. Never before had I witnessed such a deathbed. I would not be likely to experience one like this in the near future.

A fortnight passed. One afternoon, sitting quietly in my room, I suddenly saw the priest. Alcar brought my attention to him and connected me with him. Smilingly he came up to me.

‘Everything has passed now’, he said, ‘I’m awake, awake forever.’

He put his arm around my shoulder and fell silent. He stood there lost in thought and I felt what was going on in his mind. I experienced a vision of his life. I saw the moment we were connected which connection contained beautiful scenes, too beautiful ever to forget. I subsequently saw his passing over and entrance into the spirit world.

This was a powerful, deep experience. He stood beside me as a philosopher. Life had given him this wisdom. He showed me many spiritual conditions he had passed through. Detached from the earth he lived in the third sphere, one sphere higher he would enter the summerland. After this he showed me another image, it was the image of the woman who had introduced us.

‘Thank her and remember me to all the others. I live and I am happy. So long, Jozef, I will be back.’

The time had come to put all this down in writing. When I had received the message from Alcar I saw the priest together with my leader. The priest was pleased to see me again and to experience all this from the other side. He sat down beside my writing table and when everything had been written down he left. He could not tell much.

‘Later’, he said, ‘first I have to acquire a lot, and experience everything!’

He could not give me a description of his sphere. He was not a person of many words and first had to learn spiritual life. I knew the third sphere, however, as I had been there with my leader and I also knew the happiness enjoyed by those who live there. They all are spirits of the light and possess love, pure love. What more can I say? The proofs are evident.

To all the friends and relatives I proclaim: ‘Your beloved priest lives and is happy. You will meet him again for he won’t forget you. If this convinces one of you he and his son will be happy. He is waiting for you and thanks you for your love.’

I have passed all this on according to the truth as I was allowed to experience.