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From: Tracy Gearhart

Hey Bob,

Tracy Gearhart here, Elisa's friend. I've gotten quite a few things from you in the past regarding John Edward, and your experiences (although, I haven't gotten anything in awhile??). My mother and I went to see Antonio Santos last weekend at the Holiday Inn in Roswell. Elisa thought you would be interested in hearing how it went.

I have been an avid follower of John Edward, Rosemary Altea, Sylvia Browne, and James Van Praagh for as long as I can remember. However, although I have this HUGE fascination with the "other side", I had never had a reading. I was watching John Edward one day a few weeks ago and there was a commercial on talking about a group gathering the following week, where there would be readings done by two mediums. Mom and I have been wanting to do this forever so we bought tickets. Every day, up until "D-day" I prayed to my dead relatives to come through for us. One person in particular, was my cousin Jimm, who passed from AIDS back in January of 96. He was in a lot of pain the last few years of his life so I really wanted to know how he was, and if he was watching.

The event was from 4 PM to 6 PM. At around 2 minutes until 6, mom and I looked at each other as if to say, "Oh well, guess it just wasn't meant to be for us!!" We both said we were going in without any expectations, but...........we were starting to feel REALLY disappointed. Little did either of us know that at that time, we BOTH BEGGED Jimm to come through.

Tony was in the process of trying to read someone else, and stopped for a moment and said, "Just one second, I'm being pulled over here", and he came towards the area we were in. He stared directly at me and said, "I'm getting a male, to the side, that passed from AIDS."

Mom and I both about fell out of our chairs. This could not be!! Of all the readings that day, every time he started to connect with people, 3 or 4 people would raise their hands to say that all applied to them. The funny thing about this was, NO ONE but mom and I had a relative that passed from AIDS.

OK, back to the reading. He went on to say that this man had a wound on him that would not heal (the passed year of Jimm's life, he had a sore that got so bad, it was almost to the point of the doctors having to amputate his leg). He said he was seeing the #3 for the third month or the third of a month (Jimm died on January 3rd). He said he left a sibling behind and there was an E connection ( My maiden name is English, he was quick to say that wasn't it.) It was an EL connection. (Jimm's sister Beth, a.k.a. Elizabeth) He said that someone had a collection of teddy bears (clueless on that), and that Jimm had a favorite stuffed animal that was his security blanket throughout his life, and that when he passed, someone in the family got it (again, clueless). He ended by saying that he sent his love and just wanted to "stop by and say hi". I was a mess. Mom and I came home and called Beth.

The teddy bear collection??? That was hers, just so happened to be sitting next to a necklace Jimm gave her within hours of his passing. The stuffed animal?? True....Jimm had a stuffed tiger he took with him everywhere, even had it when he passed. My aunt took it and has it sitting on her bed. My cousin Beth has never gotten the nerve to try a medium, but after this experience, she wants to find one. We were all floored by this experience. I can't even explain the relief I felt.

Sincerely,   Tracy

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Hey Bob,

I'd be more than happy to share!! It is common knowledge at this point that most feel the reason children are more open to these experiences is because they have yet to be told that these are just figments of their imagination. My oldest daughter Katelyn (picture attached), I feel has a gift of receiving messages from my family. My husband and I always wondered when she was an infant what was going through her mind, or what was she seeing that we weren't. She would lay on the bed or in the floor staring up at the ceiling and she would just laugh at the air (or was it?). The first real proof for me was when she was 2 years old. It was around 9 PM one evening and she came running down the hall to me and said "Mommy, there's a man in your room." Obviously, I was incredibly freaked out wondering what she could possibly be talking about. I went in with her and she pointed to an area in my sitting room and said that was where he was. I then asked her what he looked like and she pointed to a picture of my grandfather who passed away in October of '93, and then she said, "It was him, and he told me to tell you hello." That was hard to grasp.

A few weeks later she was in my bedroom jumping on my bed laughing her head off and talking like she was with someone. When I went in and asked her what she was doing, she told me that she was playing with her friend Jimmy and he was making her laugh. I don't know if she just picked that name out of the air, or if she may have possibly been talking to my cousin Jimmy

(Jimm to his friends) that had passed from AIDS years before.

When she was 3 1/2 we were coming home from getting some lunch and from the backseat Katelyn says, "Mommy, grandaddy told me that he got hurt by a bad gun." My husband and I exchanged a look of shock as my daughter has never known about the suicide of her great-grandfather. She never knew him, he had passed 5 years before she was born, however, this is the same man that she saw standing in my bedroom a year and a half before. I asked her what she was talking about, and she said that grandaddy had told her that he hurt himself with a gun and that he wanted us to know that he's ok now. I had struggled for years with the fact that he had committed suicide. It was a complete shock to the family as he was 76 years old, and it just seems so strange that someone that age would do that. I constantly talked to him asking for a sign that he was ok, and finally, I think that happened. Since that day, we haven't heard anything else from him.

She still talks about "people" that she talks to and she seems to have a fascination with talking about God, and what God says parents should be. It is kind of strange, as she's only been to church one time. She also apparently knows quite a bit about death and is not afraid of it, and always reassures me that it nothing to be afraid of. I can't help but think she has a gift. It just doesn't seem normal for a child so young to be talking about things like this. All I can do is keep her mind open and encourage her to tell me whenever she has something like this happen.

Hopefully this wasn't too lengthy!! Good luck with the book and keep me posted on your progress!

Tracy

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From: Katherine C.

My first husband was ill for sixteen years with nephritis which worsened and medication he took caused all sorts of different things to happen to him mentally as well as physically. He became a violent alcoholic and we divorced. I still loved him and for the next two years we became good friends and he stopped drinking, was in dialysis and facing a kidney transplant. His transplant gave him six weeks of wonderful life when he started to run a fever. Rejection!

He re-entered the hospital, and complained of a headache. I was with him on Sunday night, and it was obvious his head hurt. I left him with the promise to return soon, and the next day at lunch he suffered a fatal stroke. I'm sure I need not tell you the sadness that follows such a terrible death; however, I never felt so alone in my life. I will never forget how he looked in his casket, he had had lovely black curly hair, but it had been shaved and surgery had been performed on the back of his head, and so to cover his head for the funeral they had wrapped a large napkin-like cloth just over his head. That sight stayed in my mind.

A few weeks after his death I was awakened by the light coming on in my bedroom at 3:15 a.m. I jerked up, knowing that I had turned off the light when I retired, and then my eyes cleared and I saw Bill standing by the bed....the same suit he was buried in, the white cloth still around his head. He stood there, not moving, looked at me for a while, then said "don't worry. everything will be all right."

I looked down at my clenched hands, then up again and he was gone. No more sleep for me until I had checked all windows and doors.....I can still see him standing by the bed. I lay back down and slept like a baby, never another sleepless night.

Katherine

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From: Andrea W.

Bob,

I must say that I was very interested in the journal you sent to me the other day. It is nice to hear about the experiences of other people. I will attempt to share all of my experiences with you, I do not have exact dates because I have not actually put together a journal of my experiences but I will give you what I do remember.

Anyways here goes..... A visit from my grandfather Arvid.

My daughter Megan is about 2 years old now. She spends a lot of time in her room watching movies on the TV, and playing with her toys. I had just returned from a bus trip to the Mall of America in Minneapolis. Before I left on the trip, I purchased a book by George Anderson called "Our Children Forever". Oh God what a book to read by yourself on a bus. I was practically in tears the whole way up to Minneapolis. The whole time I was reading this book I was thinking of my grandpa who had died when I was in the 4th grade. I am now 28 so that was a long time ago. I kept thinking about him, how I missed him, how he looked, the way he joked with us kids, the tractor rides he would give us, how much I loved him, etc. I remember thinking "I wonder if he ever thinks of me, and comes to see me and my daughter."

This book is a very thick book and I was almost finished with it when I returned home from my trip to Minneapolis. As I was sitting on my sofa reading this book, my 2 year old daughter comes out of her room and walks up to me and crawls up on my lap. She had a picture in her hand. She pointed to my grandfather and said "Grandpa". It was the only picture I had at that time of my grandfather. I couldn't even tell you where she had found it because it had been years since I had even seen the picture. There was no way she could have known it was grandpa because she had never seen the picture before or ever seen a picture of him. How did she get the picture? There was no sign of a mess, like her rummaging through papers and finding the picture. It is a mystery to me, but it was reassurance to me that my grandpa does think of me and my daughter and he does visit us.

I just know that these things have happened to me for a reason. I had to leave Randy to get him to see my position and take me seriously. My guides have put these things in my path because I need them, and because I have asked for them. I continue to receive information from my guides but just can’t remember all of them at the moment. Talk about Coincidences, there are plenty of them in this story.

I have more stories, but I will have to get them down tonight, my children need some attention, and I need to get them ready for bed.

You haven’t heard about the “visits” at night yet, I will fill you in on them tonight.

Love and Light,

Andrea W.

My stories of “visits from beyond”

Most of the visits happened just after the birth of my 2^nd daughter. I was home on maternity leave, and managed to get some reading done, and played around on the internet a lot. I also had just discovered John Edward just 2 weeks prior to my daughter’s birth. I had stumbled unto Suzan’s website “theseance” as well. Things were really happening I think because of the combination of it all. I was learning a lot from the computer and meeting others with the same experiences. I was very much involved in all of this, and yes, I did wish to communicate with the dead.

I should tell you that we are all sofa sleepers. We have beds’ upstairs, but ours is a waterbed, and I slept on the sofa the whole time I was pregnant. I still can’t stand that damn waterbed. My daughter Megan is now 4 but was 3 at the time, she would not sleep in her bed unless I tied her into it (which I never did but was always tempted to). After the baby came, she slept in the bassinet in the living room until she was 5 months old. So eventually Randy started sleeping on the sofa too. Maybe he was lonesome, but he also says that now he can’t stand sleeping on the waterbed. (We have a normal sofa and a large corner shaped sofa so there really is plenty of sleeping room, you just can’t stretch out and get comfortable.) Ok.

One night, my baby was maybe 6 weeks old, I awoke and I felt a small little animal jump up onto the sofa and lay down on my feet. I sat up and looked at my feet. I could still feel this small little animal lying on my feet but could not see it. I knew I was not dreaming because I could see everything around me in the living room by the dim light of the fish tank. The baby’s bassinet was right next to the fish tank. My other daughter was asleep on the small sofa, and I was on one side of the corner shaped sofa.

After about a minute the feeling was gone and I laid back down and went to sleep, somewhat shaken, but I went back to sleep. I knew that the visit was either from an old cat or from a dog that had belonged to a girlfriend of mine. Her name was Angel. She was a Shitzue. She was old, and had to be put to sleep. The last 2 months of her life she had lived here with my family, because my friend had to move into an apartment, and couldn’t have a pet. So Angel was familiar with my furniture and the fact that we were sofa sleepers. My old cat had been gone for about 4 years, and we had never had any visits from her. Angel was put to sleep in October I think, and my baby was born in November. So Angel had been gone maybe 3 months or so. I think she stopped in to visit and let me know she was ok, and to see the baby. I still was not sure it was her, but the next visit she gave me I knew without a doubt it was in fact her.

About a month after that visit, I experienced it again. This time I was laying on the other end of the corner shaped sofa, and when I sat up to look at this invisible little thing laying on my feet, I felt it jump off my feet onto the floor, and could hear the click, click, click, of her toenails on the floor. My floor is carpet, but I heard it as if was on a wood floor. I could tell from the sound of her toenails that she was very excited. As excited as she would get when she would finally get your attention so she could go outside and go potty. She was a very human dog, and very loving. I still miss her. About the moment I noticed that it was Angel, I said “Hi Angel” and then she was gone. That time I believe I may have posted it in the seance message board.

She did come to me one other time, but believe it or not I was actually trying to sleep upstairs and she just laid her head on my chest. I awoke and felt her presence there on my chest. It only lasted but a moment and it was the last time I have noticed her here in my home. My friend says that she has had visits from her as well.

I can’t tell you exactly how many times this has happened to me. I remember waking up many times in the middle of the night because I had felt someone or something gently tapping me on the shoulder. It always seemed to happen during those moments when I was shifting or stirring in my sleep. I am awake, fully alert, and aware of where I am and what the room looks like about me. On one occasion, I was dreaming (I don’t remember what I was dreaming) but I was awakened, and I heard “Let’s finish this upstairs”.

I then sat up on my sofa and listened to the sound of footsteps going up the stairs right next to the living room where I was. Of course, I didn’t go upstairs, but I also didn’t get back to sleep for hours after that. It really was scary. I remember looking about the room while I was hearing the footsteps. Randy was asleep on the other side of the corner shaped sofa and my daughter Megan was on the small sofa. The baby was in her bassinet. We were all right there in the living room. By now I was used to all this activity and never once thought that it could have been a stranger in my home. I just knew it was a spirit. One other occasion I received the tapping on my shoulder and I laid there pretending that I didn’t feel it. I sensed the presence of the spirit but was again frightened.

No matter how much I wanted these experiences, it seemed that when they happened to me I was just too chicken to actually speak to them. I just laid there with my eyes closed for what seemed like about 5 minutes and then it was gone. After it left, I was struck with a major feeling of disappointment. Not just my disappointment in missing yet another opportunity, but the spirits disappointment at not getting through to me.

Since that night, there have been many other instances where I am awakened in the night. This is where my symptoms turned out to be “Hypnogagia” according to Marc on the seance website. I don’t know if it has to do with the fear of the visitations or what but the last 5 or 6 visits I have had have been paralyzing. I mean, that when the spirits come to me at night, I awake and feel as if a porthole of light or energy is opened, and I feel paralyzed. It is as if I can’t move, scream, or even defend myself if needed. I don’t feel as if they are there to do me harm but I just can’t shake the feeling of fear when it is occurring. It eventually became too much for me. Yes, I am sad that I screwed up my opportunity, but I finally put an end to it and said enough. I don’t want this to happen to me anymore. It was hard getting to sleep after the paralyzing stuff was happening because I was scared it would happen again every night. I have not had an experience now for about 2 or 3 months.

I believe that my spirit guide is always guiding me and participating in my life every moment. I don’t consider spirit guidance from my guide anything to fear, because they have only done good things for me. I have John Edward’s tapes, but have only listened to them once. I need to schedule appointments with my guides and listen to my meditation tapes, but I have children, and am starting a new business part time out of my home.

PS .......I also have the channeling your spirit guide audio tapes that go with the “Opening to Channel” book by Sanaya Roman and Duane Packer. The book is co-written by their spirit guides Orin and DaBen. I love those tapes and plan to use those a lot in the future. If I remember any other experiences, I will jot them down and send them off to you. I would really love to hear what you think.

Love and Light,

Andrea W.

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From: Julie

I have had several angel encounters and I have to say, they were like no other encounters and I will never forget the beautiful divine white light and the way it made me feel.

I was finally diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at the tender age of nine, eventhough the pain had been going on when I started crawling. The same day I was diagnosed with RA was also the same day I experienced my first angelic encounter. I had gone up to my room to go to sleep about 8:00 as I had such a long and traumatic day! My brother and I would leave the light on in the bathroom because we were scared of the dark. Anyway, I woke up in the middle of the night to this beautiful, divine, bright light surrounding this little old lady with big cheeks and soft white hair swept up in a bun, wearing a long dress that looked like a quilt with patches of red, yellow, blue and green. She had a long white apron on and was carrying a basket in her left hand. My first thought was....I'm dreaming and who is that??? She smiled at me and I remember the peaceful feeling that washed over me. I have to admit I was so scared and pulled the covers over my head and thought....please go away, I'm scared. I pulled the covers back down so I could see if she had left. Nope, there she was smiling and holding her right hand out for me to take. I shook my head no...please don't hurt me. I heard her sweet voice but her mouth didn't move "do not be afraid my child, please take my hand. I shook my head again and said " not now, I can't, I'm scared." She smiled and as she started fading away, the light became so intense it never hurt my eyes, I felt a sense of peace, eventhough, I said I was scared.

The next morning I told my parents exactly what happened and they believed me. We couldn't figure out who it was. We left it as my guardian angel!

I grew up and remembered every detail about that lady and that night, I spoke of her often. I had gone off to college and came home one weekend, walked through my parents room to go to their bathroom, turned the corner by daddy's chest of drawers and screamed bloody murder!! My momma and daddy came running in and I had my hand over my mouth pointing to a black and white portrait of a man and a woman. The woman had big cheeks, white hair swept up in a bun and you could see the top of the apron. Momma and daddy knew that was the lady in my room that night. The lady is my three or four great grandmother and the only other person in both families that had severe rheumatoid arthritis!

I often wonder and wished I would have taken her hand, where would I be or what would I have seen?

My next encounter was when I was in the hospital for about two weeks when I was 10 yrs old. My arthritis had gotten so bad, I was running a fever of 104 for about 4 days straight. All my systems were shutting down and the Dr.s had done every test and couldn't figure out what was causing the systems to fail. I couldn't walk, I had to be carried to the bathroom, I couldn't move my fingers, they were so swollen and had to be fed etc....the Dr's told my dad to prepare my momma and brother for me to die (I never heard about that until i was 20 yrs old)......but here's what happened....

My dad was trying to get me to drink barium for one last test....he was sitting on the bed with me...telling me little jokes to get me to laugh, while trying to get that nasty stuff down.....

A big bright light was in the corner of my room and I was mesmerized by it's beauty. A man was sitting in the corner of the room, but not in a chair, he was suspended in mid air...he smiled at me and it warmed my heart....he said "please do not be afraid little one....it's not your time....I'm here to help you."

I looked at my daddy and asked him if he could see the man sitting in the corner of the room..Dad said "no, what man?"....I said to my dad....."Daddy I'm not going to die. Please don't be sad!" I remember the look on his face to this day. He said "sweetheart, the Dr's don't know what's wrong with you and so we don't know what's going to happen, we don't know if your body will make it"....I said, "No daddy, you don't understand (at that time the man turned from looking like a man into a big tall angel with wings, a white gown, sandals, and a halo, he said his name was Michael) The angel in the corner said I was going to live! I have never seen my daddy cry as hard as he did that day...he just held on to me and we cried and thanked God! Daddy kept saying how much he loved me!! Momma came into the room to see what all the crying was about, daddy couldn't talk to tell her what happened, so I did. The three of us sat on the bed and held each other and wept tears of joy!

The next day...the fever was gone, and my systems started working correctly! I left the hospital and went home!

I've had some other close encounters over the years from being sick with the RA, but, that was the closest near death experience I have had!

I have other stories to tell, let me know if you would like to hear them!

Love & Light,

Julie