Nov4

VISION OF THE DEARLY DEPARTED: STEVEN

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EXCERPT FROM “THE TICKERTAPE: Healing Encounters with Extraterrestrial and Spiritual Beings”

06/27/2024

Last night I received news that my dear friend Steven had died, and this morning I felt a strong urge to go to his house and pray for him.

Sitting in his backyard, my consciousness began to go deep and I was inspired to do energy healing and clearing of his house, everything in it, the surrounding property, and Steven, himself. Also included in the clearing were etheric impressions left behind by the troubled roommates who had lived with him over the years.

My clairvoyant window opened and I watched as Spirit created a gigantic, spinning vortex of powerful energy over everything. It was almost as big as an actual tornado. I call this type of manifestation “the cosmic vacuum cleaner.”

The vortex was so big and forceful it looked like the tornado that took Dorothy’s house up to the Land of Oz! In this way, any remaining energy connected to Steven was removed and what was left behind had been cleansed. I felt great peace afterwards, and when I got home for my regular mid-day meditation, I was still thinking about him.

Another vision occurred almost immediately: Steven is seen sitting at a kitchen table with the Spirit of his deceased mother. They are engaged in “kibitzing,” a Yiddish word that means animated chatting and joking around. They looked so happy to be together again on the other side of “the veil.” A bubble shaped like a reddish heart formed around Steven, his mom, and the kitchen table, and then it all floated gently out of view. Before they disappeared completely, Steven turned around and communicated to me via thought transfer, “It’s okay. “You can let me go now.”

Later in the evening of the same day, I sat for meditation a third time. It had been quite a day and there was a lot to process. The Tickertape popped up immediately, and although it was mostly illegible I felt quite comforted by the familiarity of it. Then something shifted and several faces blending into each other appeared.

One face came forward into sharper view, and much to my surprise I realized it was the face of my mother. She smiled and tentatively whispered my name, “Jessie?” She died in 1989 from dementia and I had not seen or heard from her since. I am haunted by the thought that she might have been lost on the astral plane all these years. Then again, maybe she noticed me and just dropped in to say “hello.” Yes, that’s it. She was just saying “hello.”

Two months after Steven died, a gentle voice whispered in my head as I was meditating, “Someone is standing next to you and sending you telepathic messages.” WOW! I thought. Who might that be?Determined to discover who was trying to make contact, I focused my consciousness and heard the name “Steven” instantly, followed by a resounding, “YES!”

However, when I attempted to address the Spirit of my recently-deceased friend, I was somewhat disappointed because his communication did not come in clearly. It felt like he was exploring the possibility of contacting someone who was still alive, but his ability was not sufficiently developed. He did, however, manage to transmit his excitement about this first fledgling attempt at making telepathic contact.

The next day as I was leaving to drive into town, I felt Steven’s spirit pressing me to drive by his house. When “we” arrived, I parked out at the street and began walking down the long driveway to his property. It felt like he was right next to me, so I started talking to him, “There’s the peach tree you loved so much. Look! Your moldy old car is still parked in the driveway, and your brother came from Hawaii and trimmed back the weeds to prevent a fire.” As I walked around to the back of the house, my movement startled a mother doe and her two fawns. Steven loved the deer outside his window and always kept a water fountain running for them. Feeling Steven’s regret and his as yet unresolved need to say goodbye to his life on earth was sad, and I was glad to get back in my car alone and leave.

A month later, Steven’s brother arrived from Hawaii to continue settling Steven’s affairs, which included significant chaos with regards to Steven’s house and belongings. My role was to take usable items for donation to charity. During this process, I learned more about Steven from his brother and it made me curious to see a photo of him when he was young and vital. But no photo was found in the clutter.

That night as I was going through some of the keepsakes I had brought home from Steven’s house, I came across a small drawing of a female saint. As I looked at her beautiful face, Steven’s spirit spoke telepathically, saying, “Open the back and look inside.”

Much to my surprise, when I removed the back of the frame a photograph of him fell out! He must have felt my desire to see how he looked in his youth and directed me to the hidden photo. It showed him in his early twenties to be quite handsome; he was dressed in stylish clothes and his expression showed his innate mental brilliance.

Two weeks after his brother left, I sensed Steven still “hanging around,” like maybe he had not taken his final step in crossing over. I was spinning and unbalanced from the energy of his continued presence so I consulted Nancy, who is an excellent medium and healer. She agreed that Steven needed help and that we should help him together. She set the energy and brought in Divine Light while I observed clairvoyantly and added my energy to the effort.

As Nancy began encouraging Steven to move towards The Light, I saw him walking backwards, away from us. It looked like he was resisting the process of crossing over and struggling to let go of his attachment to earthly existence. As he got further and further away, and closer and closer to The Light, he slowly turned his back to us, and looking forward he continued until he had merged completely with The Light – while still holding on tightly to the handle of his suitcase! Steven was very attached to his physical belongings when he was alive, as evidenced by the enormous quantity of “stuff” crammed into his house and garage.

More time went by, and then two months after we had helped him cross over Steven appeared in my Third Eye in what I believe will be his last visitation. He was wearing the glorious blue velvet dinner jacket he wore when he was young, before he started to go blind and his life changed dramatically, and not in a good way.

Sparks of Light could be seen lit up all around him, and I felt him smiling and sending me joyful energy. A wave of love and gratitude came out from him and into me. And then he was gone. Somehow, I knew it was the last time I would see or hear from him in my present lifetime. The vision of Steven wearing his prized velvet jacket indicated to me that he had finally completed his transition, approximately five months after his death. A final farewell to you, dear friend.

May14

CROSSING OVER INTO THE LIGHT

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In my work as a medium, people often bring the spirit of a deceased loved one with them when they come to see me (whether they know it or not!). Perhaps the deceased person recognizes the possibility of communicating with the living through me. I don’t really understand this with my conscious mind. I only know it’s wonderful to be able to help people in this way. Certainly, it brings peace to both the living and the deceased.

A woman in her eighties came to see me a few years ago for a clairvoyant reading. She began by describing a recent dream: she is in a dilapidated, dark house with faded oak paneling. She doesn’t like the house because, as she says, “I like houses with lots of light.” Going into trance, I realize there are four “ghosts” (or “spirits”) in the house, three women in one room and the ghost of a man who seems especially dark. He is standing by a stairway leading down into darkness. She realizes it’s the spirit of her husband, Charlie, who died many years ago. She is frightened of Charlie and the basement, and especially the darkness.

Turning her attention to the three female spirits, she realizes she must help them cross over. I’m surprised, because I didn’t know she had this ability. The first one leaves quite easily with a loud, powerful “whoosh” The other two are more difficult, but she is able to help them, too.

As I’m listening, it becomes obvious that Charlie, her deceased husband, needs my attention. Evidentially, he had a heart attack and there was some trouble at the hospital. They didn’t do everything they could have done to save him and he died. Just then, the spirit of Charlie appears directly in front of me. He seems to be listening to the telling of her dream, too. He sends me the telepathic impression that he is really angry about what happened at the hospital. Now it’s apparent he has not accepted the fact that he is dead. Maybe he doesn’t even know he died.

As I begin to go deeper into trance, Charlie looks over his shoulder, smiles at me mischievously, and waves his hand to indicate he wants me to follow him down into the basement. I go willingly, curiously, and even though my client seems frightened, I’m not…because I know we are protected.

Arriving at the bottom of the stairs, I realize it is not a physical basement as on the earth plane, but rather an energy field in the fourth dimension (or astral plane) that Charlie has created for himself. The basement looks like any workshop you might find on Earth. There are tools, tables, nails, and hammers. As Charlie walks around, he waves his hand as if to welcome me into his “workshop.”

Now I understand for certain that he doesn’t know he’s dead, and that possibly the experiences surrounding his death in the hospital have prevented his spirit from crossing over into the Light. Should I help him? I wonder. At this point, I’m thinking maybe I should just leave him where he is. Then Spirit lets me know by showing me the energy portal that is opening above Charlie’s head. He notices it, too, almost immediately, and seems enthusiastic. Perhaps he is bored after being alone in a dark basement for forty-five years!

When I point out the portal to Charlies, he smiles at me and begins to move closer to the portal. As he moves towards it, energy objects that look like shadows fall away from him. I don’t know what they represent, but I presume he needs to let go of them before his final departure. Above the portal, an energy vortex begins to swirl and Charlie is drawn to it. Rising up gently towards the brilliant, heavenly Light, he enters into the Light, the vortex draws up behind him, and the portal closes. Charlie’s spirit has been released into the Light, into freedom.

After this powerful experience, it was difficult to return to my body. I had been so far away that my brain was not quite connected to my eyes when my consciousness returned. I know this because when I tried to open my eyes I was nearly blinded by the harsh light of earth. It took a minute to get my eyes all the way open and readjusted to physical reality, rather than using my inner sight to view the spiritual dimensions.

My client came out of trance, too, exclaiming, “At the end, the earth just closed over that dark house and the hole where it had been. There was only emptiness left, like a desert. Everything was peaceful after those souls were gone.”

The rest of the day, I was filled with tremendous energy and so much joy I could hardly contain it!

Feb6

THE TICKERTAPE is available on Amazon and direct from the author.

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Sitting quietly in total darkness, I focus my attention in the middle of my head…in my Third Eye. Going deeper, I pray for protection while my consciousness is out of my physical body and ask Spirit for clearing of any negative energy or entities that might be attached to me. I also pray for anyone I know who is in need of healing.

For a few moments there is a sensation of falling into darkness, into meditation so deep that I think of it as being in a trance, a state of “no mind.” As an invisible force gently moves my head downward, exposing the back of my neck, a wave of heat and mild paralysis comes over me. In a matter of seconds, my consciousness is somewhere else, and I begin to have visions and receive written and verbal information from a fluid, moving phenomenon I call The Tickertape. It appears as a stream of words flowing quickly from right to left in a rectangular window in my clairvoyant vision.

REVIEW BY PRESTON DENNETT, Author of THE HEALING POWER OF UFOS: 300 True Accounts of People Healed by Extraterrestrials:

“Beautifully written and incredibly interesting, THE TICKERTAPE is the exciting story of Jessica’s amazing otherworldly encounters. It offers the reader a deeply personal glimpse into her enlightening experiences of OBEs, extraterrestrial visitations, miraculous healings, psychic visions, spirit communications, fantastic synchronicities, and so much more. The illustrations of her visions help bring the story to life. This book is a wonderful adventure story filled with little gems of wisdom and insight that introduce the reader to concepts and ideas that have the potential to wake them up to a whole new way of thinking. Anyone interested in these subjects will benefit from reading this book. I recommend it wholeheartedly.”

Apr22

NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCES AND THE CRYSTAL CITY – posted in remembrance of Rev. Jun Labo, who passed away in 2023

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In 2008, I attended a mediumship seminar in Baguio, Philippines taught by Rev. Ramon “Jun” Labo, Jr. On the sixth day of the ten-day seminar….

We began to meditate, sitting in a half circle of chairs with Jun at one end. Candles and a fire crackling in the fireplace lit the room. After a few minutes, Jun stood up and began to transmit the energy of the Holy Spirit by touching the top of each person’s head, forehead, and hands. 

As I observed Jun moving from person to person, I had a vision of a large “bubble” of sparkling golden energy centered above and funneling down into him. Secondary cords of light coming from this primary light went into the sixth and seventh chakras of each person as he touched them.

Angels and other Spirits filled the room. They appeared to be students, just as we were. They were taking notes and talking to each other, saying things like, “Oh see what he did there, and there, and there.” They appeared as a mirror image of our class in the physical world. 

After Jun touched my head, he moved away—but then he ran back and forcefully pulled me to my feet, saying: “Now you will go to astral. Lie down there.” He pointed to the pyramid in the center of the room. It was wood-framed and about four feet in diameter. My body began to vibrate with energy the moment I lay down on the red velvet cushion within it. The force of the vibration was a bit frightening, but then I heard Jun say softly, as if from somewhere far away: “What do you see?” 

At first, I was aware only of a soft mist and the sensation of movement. But then my vision cleared, and I was walking on a narrow road through a city made entirely of golden light resembling crystal glass. Somehow, I knew the light had formed itself into buildings and a road made of golden, hand-cut stones so I could relate to the scene and describe it to Jun and the others. Everything in the city only appeared to be solid. The architecture of this “Heavenly City” reminded me of ancient places I had seen in history books. 

I could hear myself responding to Jun’s questions, but it was like listening to my voice under water. At the same time, I felt the presence of Spirit Beings watching me from behind golden curtains in the golden windows of the golden buildings. They seemed neutral and without judgment.

Then I heard Jun say quite firmly: “COME BACK NOW. TEN MINUTES ONLY.” To the rest of the class, he said: “I go with the students on astral because I don’t want them to get lost!” 

I had difficulty getting my consciousness back into my body. But then Jun began to massage my forehead rather forcefully and I was rubbing my legs in order to focus myself in physical reality. The residual feeling was quite indescribable—like the quality and color of the light in the Golden City. My head was heavy and buzzing with energy, as if the same light was also inside of me.

After a few minutes, I looked up and observed Jun again blessing each student, so I returned to my seat at the end of the line. When he got to me, he did the blessing, backed away, and then ran toward me again. He grabbed my head and began to pray: “Holy Father, help this woman in her mission. Make her strong, Lord, to help the people more.” 

Then, even more dramatically, he said, “Your guide is not so strong…I give you…Paul as your new guide. As he spoke, a wave of rose-colored light rushed toward me and I fell into a deep trance.

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After I returned home, someone said I had visited the New Jerusalem, the dwelling place of God, Jesus, and other Holy Beings described in the Bible. The word Jerusalem means “city of peace” or “city of perfect harmony.”

Many people have seen a similar City of Light, or Crystal City, during a near-death experience, which refers to a time when they died but were revived or spontaneously came back to life. During the few minutes when their consciousness was out of the body, some of them hovered up near the ceiling and watched while the doctors tried to save them – others traveled down a tunnel towards a brilliant light until they arrived at a beautiful city or garden where they talked with God and other Spirit Beings. 

Raymond Moody describes many such experiences in his book Life After Life: The Investigation of a Phenomenon, Survival of Bodily Death. Kevin Williams, the author of Nothing Better Than Death, also studied people who’ve had a near-death experience. In seventeen percent of fifty such cases, the participants described visiting a City of Light using similar language: 

“It was an entire world made of light and love; it radiated with multi-colored lights; there was transcendental music; it was filled with Light Beings and made of glass; it was the City of God, the Heavenly City described in the Book of Revelation; it was a golden city, unearthly, brilliant, and crystalline.”

Dannion Brinkley, author of Saved by the Light: The True Story of a Man Who Died Twice and the Profound Revelations He Received, describes his experience:

“Like wingless birds, we swept into a city of cathedrals. These cathedrals were made entirely of a crystalline substance that glowed with a light that shone powerfully from within….This place had a power that seemed to pulsate through the air.”

Edgar Cayce describes leaving his body and traveling to a similar city to view the Akashic records. Quoting from Kevin J. Todeschi’s Edgar Cayce on the Akashic Records (Case 294-19), Cayce says:

“I see myself as a tiny dot out of my physical body, which lies inert before me. Suddenly, I am conscious of a white beam of light. As this tiny dot, I move upward following the light, knowing that I must follow it or be lost.

“As I move along this path of light I gradually become conscious of various levels upon which there is movement. As I pass on, there is more light and movement in what appear to be normal cities and towns. With the growth of movement I become conscious of sounds, at first indistinct rumblings, then music, laughter, and singing of birds. There is more and more light, the colors become very beautiful, and there is the sound of wonderful music….Quite suddenly, I come upon a hall of records. It is a hall without walls, without ceiling, but I am conscious of seeing an old man who hands me a large book, a record of the individual for whom I seek information.”

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Fortunately, I did not have to die – even for a few minutes – to experience the New Jerusalem. A few months after returning home from Jun Labo’s mediumship class, I was “led” there a second time during a guided meditation in Ashland, Oregon….

The woman leading the meditation begins to speak in trance, channeling angels, and her soft voice lulls me deep into meditation. Soon I am no longer listening to her voice, but floating in a black void. Then I see before me a golden door with sparkling light all around it. This door reminds me of something I saw on The Twilight Zone a long time ago – it is totally lit up with vibrant energy. 

I am drawn to the door, somehow aware that if I put my hand on the doorknob and open it I will cross over into another dimension on the time/space continuum. The door continues to beckon and I move closer, until I am so close I can see nothing but the golden door. Suddenly, I am aware of the teacher’s voice. “If you see a door, just open it,” she says. So I open the door.

Now I understand it’s a portal, an entryway leading to the Crystal City, the New Jerusalem. I cross the threshold and am immediately drawn into an energy field made of shimmering light. Everything that exists is made of this same light. There are many people around me in spirit form. Some of them seem very familiar, and they greet me as if I am an old friend. 

I am guided along a roadway made of golden light, surrounded by many voices coming from spirits who are also made only of light. They seem the same, yet different, as though traces of who they were in their most recent lifetimes are still part of them. There is an air of intense excitement, as if we are going to a party. This movement down the road with the others reminds me of the scene from The Wizard of Oz when Dorothy and her friends are laughing and skipping down a road made of golden bricks, singing, “Follow the yellow brick road….”

The light begins to become more intense and the spirits more joyful, and then we reach our destination, which appears to be the center of activity in the Crystal City. 

Before me, there is a circle of large angels, or spirits. They appear to be having a meeting. Somehow, I know intuitively that this is the absolute center of the universe, and that these Beings are busy coordinating everything that happens in every dimension. They look rather like paintings I’ve seen of Jesus and the twelve disciples at the Last Supper, except they are standing in a circle. One of them seems to be leading the discussion. Yes…it must be Jesus, or perhaps the Holy Spirit, or even God. 

There are many colors in and around the Beings. In addition to the all-pervasive crystalline gold, there is also deep red and purple. Some of them are holding objects: a crystal cup, a golden fork, a ruby-studded cane.

They do not seem to be aware of my existence, and for this I am relieved. I would not want to disturb them. I’m not even sure I’m supposed to be here. The spirits I came with along the road are ecstatically singing and dancing around the outside of the circle. 

A beloved friend who died many years ago is sitting at the feet of one of the angels, staring up in total adoration and bliss. Just for a brief moment, he turns his head and looks at me. There is so much in his expression, so many thoughts and feelings, but mostly his look says, “You’re here! And look at the wonders you have been given to behold.” 

Somehow realizing it’s time to leave, I begin moving backwards, while still gazing upon this incredible scene – the very axis upon which the universe turns, creating itself and dissolving in each moment of ever-changing space. Everything begins to fade, gradually, as if I am backing up into a long, darkening tunnel. When I reach the door, I still do not turn my back on the City, but reach around, open the door, and step backwards through it. Then, waking up slowly into normal consciousness, I wonder, Which is the dream and which is reality, the Crystal City or the meditation class in the teacher’s living room? 

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“And I John saw the holy city, the New Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband….And He carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and showed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God, having the glory of God, and her light was like unto a stone most precious, even like a jasper stone, clear as crystal….And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it, for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.” Revelation 21:2-23

This article is an excerpt from MEDIUMSHIP AND THE FLOW OF GRACE: Messages from Paul by Jessica Bryan.