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Итак, год Огненного Петуха 2017 вступает в свои права 28 января. Вспомним, один из предыдущих лет Огненного Петуха — 1969.

 Совпадения

В январе 1969 состоялась инаугурация президента Ричарда Никсона, республиканца.
В январе 2017 ожидается инаугурация president elect  Дональда Трампа.
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Войны 1969 года.

Серьезные столкновения на советско-китайской границе продолжались весь год Огненного Петуха.

Вьетнамский конфликт пытались погасить, но он разгорелся снова и продолжался до 1975 года.

Есть над чем подумать! Но и в 1969 не дошло до новой мировой, может и в этом году петушок похлопает крыльями, и не будет ни доморощенных, ни более обширных войн.

Криминал

Нашумевшая трагедия – чудовищное убийство Шэрон Тейт на 8 месяце беременности в  собственном доме. Подробности дела всем известны.  

В Багдаде убили 14 евреев, обвиняемых в шпионаже в пользу Израиля

Политика

В скорости, Никсона сметет новая волна демократического движения. Демонстрации левых.

Голда Мейер приходит к власти в Израиле.

Революция в Entertainment Business

Вудсток приканчивает милый старый джаз с бантиками, рюшками, платьицами, завитушками. Их место занимают исполнители импровизационной музыка порожденной наркотическим восторгом, «дикие ребята» вроде Джими Хендрикса, гитариста и гения, не дожившего и до 30 лет.

Как медиуму, до меня доходили рассказы спиритов, что с ним происходит на том свете. Расплачивается и за наркотики, и возможно, за непроизвольное прославление наркоты, забивающая чакры жуткими мыслеобразами, которые разрушают человека, во многих случаях доводя до преждевременной смерти.

Телевидение обретает цвет.

Природные катастрофы
Разрыв трубопровода неподалеку от Санта-Барбары (Калифорния, США) привел к разливу не менее 80 тысяч литров нефти, большая часть нефтепродуктов попала в океан и толстым слоем распределилась вдоль берега

Заключение

Такова общая картина года 1969, естественно, 2017 не будет копией 1969-года, уже пережитого, и забытого.  Но «петухам» всех стихий, и в особенности петуху огненной стихии, свойственно чередование взлетов и падений.  Следовательно, унывать не стоит, и у нас будут личные победы и взлеты в предстоящем году, и может нам удастся и сохранить, и развить кое-что из этих взлетов, поддерживаемых самой вселенной!    

Огненный Петух 1933 (пора Есенина и Маяковского) 1945 (конец Второй Мировой войны, но и год первых взрывов атомной бомбы в Хиросиме и Нагасаки), 1957, 1969, 1981, 1993, 2005, 2017, 2029 годах…

Огненный Петух является самым ярким и желанным знаком китайского зодиака, ведь песня Петуха предвещает рассвет, начало нового дня! Я бы дополнила, не без сюрпризов, как в 1945, когда тот же милый огненный петушок начал мирный новый день с того, что сбросил “a little boy,” то есть атомную бомбу на Хиросиму.

Главные черты предстоящего года — взлеты и падения, перемены, искания, обновления, разрушение старого, испытания «на прочность» — успеха и счастья всем и во всем!

 

 

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Elvis Presley: Life in Eternity

Excerpt from the chapter “Life of Elvis Presley and Vladimir Vysotsky, the Mega Stars of the Era of Digital Technologies, in the Subtle World” in “Prisoners of Fame”, the fourth revision   

 Death did not stop a person’s growth, but, on the contrary, death intensifies the growth. 
Paramahansa Yogananda

    E2   One year after publication of Prisoners of Fame passed imperceptibly, however, the spirits of Elvis Presley and Vladimir Vysotsky continued their stay, rather live in my aura, what caused me many problems. My requests to leave my aura were left unanswered. I turned to my guides who seemed to understand my problem, but they alone were in no position to help.  As a medium I was able to send SOS messages to American, Russian and Soviet hierarchies. Vysotsky and Presley were found another place for stay and ordered to leave my space immediately. The never argued with hierarchies, they obeyed, left quietly only to return in a day or two.

I was already suspecting that these were not the charms of a woman at the age of 80, in other words, me, what made them to stick with me. But if not this, then what was it?

Having advantage to hear spirits’ talking, I was advised not to respond to them if they would approach me. A Native American Tribe shaman assured – starve nine days, and they will be gone! I stood foodless 13 days, earned some kidney problems, but they were still there convincing me that there was a hidden reason what made them stay in my aura no matter what.

When Presley and Vysotsky’s celebrities’ masks wore out, both revealed their difficult, moody and remarkably ungrateful personalities. Both were not able to let go their splendid names, or see clearly, where they stood in the world of entertainment. They were still Presley and Vysotsky entitled to special treatment.

Elvis Presley: Difficult Awakening

 The spirit of Elvis Presley (1935-1977) started talking to me about 15 years ago, shearing thoughts that he believed to be valuable for posterity.  The last ten years I became aware of his permanent presence in my aura. Elvis’ story culminated in spirit messages from W.A. Mozart. Maestro recognized Elvis Presley’s exclusive musical talent. He found Elvis’ achievements as an entertainer quite lovely. However, all things considered ― the level of education and stubborn character ― these results were not sufficient for entering the world of the classic music. Most importantly, Mozart was convinced that heavy clogging of Elvis’ subtle bodies would cloud his scenic image. It was not all. Mozart reprimanded him for not acquiring deeper esoteric knowledge regarding his present condition, and for not seeking help.

Their last meeting in my presence ended with an offer of new terms: Mozart asked Elvis to dedicate following five years to cleansing his subtle bodies. Such work was possible in some astral monasteries and specialized healing centers for influential individuals. They arrived to the next world with subtle bodies and chakras filled with imprints of inhuman tiredness, irritation and traces of hosanna choruses and pressure from fans, groupies and followers. They needed help.

Mozart

Mozart concluded their meeting with words, “If you commit to serious work for at least five years, I’ll take you back gladly.” Elvis answered, “I do anything to sing again. Singing is the only thing I can do.” But he did not take on the path of purification. Instead, he continued consumption of cocaine, produced by his Russian counterpart Vladimir Vysotsky at the most unexpected place: in my aura! It explained it all! It explained why they always returned! They returned to their honey pot in my aura. They chose me not because I was attractive, smart or good medium, they chose my aura because I was a nobody in comparison with their splendid names, and therefore there was a serious chance to go away with this!

I made this inspiring discovery four years ago. What will you do about the fact that belonged onto the list of “ten most disgusting things” on earth? I did the same what you would do – I became angry and puzzled! Why or how I invited this into my life? I have never been tempted to consume alcohol or narcotics ― not during the decades as a film critic in Estonia, not here, in the United States. Have I been alcoholic and drug addict in some previous lifetime? Thank  God, this narcotic “production” in my aura does not impact me directly: “the high” waves did not flash through my mind. Still it consumed, if not directly, a lot of my vital energy.

However, there was another problem. It could be called “the gray rope” problem. Jesse, Elvis’ twin brother who spent on earth one hour or two, but helped Elvis during his entire career on earth, attempted to describe “the gray rope” presence in Elvis’ spirit body in his first spirit message, dictated in year 2001. Now I think, Jesse showed up for a single purpose to learn, if I knew the truth how “the gray rope” type cosmic creatures interact with human beings, in other words, what they want from humans. I did not!  It did not take long to find out that I was a naïve beginner who has poked her nose into spirit communication without teachers or guidance and without the slightest idea about basic safety rules in this business.

Speaking about “the rope,” Jesse omitted the most important part of the story that “the rope” lived on human vital energy.  Now I understand that Jesse showed up to check if it was possible to “install” Elvis’ spirit into my aura, because he, Jesse, who was serving Elvis for decades, needed a break!  And Elvis was not used to be left alone.

I got my spirit communication knowledge watching James Van Praag’s and other mediums demonstrations of spirit communication performed in conventional style of excessively over sweetened shows ruled by words “I love you, I love you, and I love you!” My word to young mediums: “Never enter the uncharted territory of spirit world alone without proper training or guidance!”

Meeting spirits of Presley and Vysotsky I learned that mindless repetition of words I-love-you is fear based in same way as I- hate-you words of skeptics and new born Christians, many other  suspiciously righteous folks. Mediums are also afraid of many things about spirit communication, but good manners do not allow them to talk about it. Yes, there are thousand of serious reasons why it is so, spirit communication has been beaten by the Bible (Leviticus Laws), church, science and skeptics. In order to survive, early mediums had created rosy picture of  the entire thing, to avoid any kind of sharp edges. However, today it bites! 

If I only could understand or “translate” what Jesse had in mind telling that the day will come when people start forgetting Elvis, and the “gray rope” would start drying out. Then a team of spirits would be formed to get the “rope” out from Elvis’ astral body. What Jesse was trying to convey was the chance to have Elvis around “forever.”  Jesse concluded his speech with half-ironic-half-pathetic request not to betray Elvis. Probably, right now, sharing this, “I am betraying” Elvis! Did I know that Jesse hoped to get rid of Elvis for good? Or at least as long as I would stay on the earth!

By the coincidence, back in 2001, when I was approached by these spirits, I saw on TV a bizarre footage of a baby playing with a … cobra snake. My blood froze in my veins. Universe was talking to me, but I was not able to read its message that I was no better off then the helpless infant playing with a poisonous snake. But I am rushing ahead of myself.

Prompted by my curiosity I tried to learn more about “the gray rope” or the “gray trunk.” As told before, reading and talking to spirit helpers and visiting spirits, I finally learned that in four-dimensional astral and mental space celebrities had met their doppelgängers, “twins”, conventionally called “egregores.” They were cosmic monsters in the shape of reptile-like thick “clouds” made from condensed vibrations of their fans’ negative intentions and emotions. They were always starving for human vital energy. In order to have some harvest for themselves, egregores are always focused on expansion of the base of fans of the celebrity who had “birthed” them.

In following ten years, I was allowed to learn about egregores’ function as well.  In the search for food, egregores distribute information that humanity and animal kingdom need for survival. Egregores come to life around famous writers, musicians, painters, politicians, leaders of corporations, and this list of builders of egregores doesn’t end here. These cosmic creatures have quasi mind, but no conscience, or God’s sparkle. They were half-alive robots or machines. According to testimonials of the spirits of the former celebrities, the very first thing what they offer to a “celebrity in heaven” is the protection.

Perhaps, Elvis’ egregore offered him the same. Probably, it was why vulnerable Presley allowed that parasite to enter his astral body. Over the time, the result became devastating. The parasite grew through his “astral spinal cord” running all the way down to the floor and, moving upward, reaching his brain.

Over the years, via scarceness of food, this parasite started to eat Elvis’ astral brain and any available source of human vital energy. And of course, the nearest food source turned to be me, the medium!

In despair, I “called” to legendary Gladys for help to talk to Elvis. At that time, American and Russian surgeons proposed the option of surgical interference for separation Elvis from his always hungry “friend.” However, Elvis refused the separation with hard-to-explain stubbornness and tenacity. In other words, Elvis’ mind was completely subdued by his parasite’s will.

Gladys did not show up, but I continued “bothering” her asking to help to convince Elvis to have the surgery in order to save his brain. Finally, one day, turning into a busy shopping center at the corner of 3rd street and Fairfax Boulevard, I saw her in front of CVC Pharmacy. She was agitated and yelled obscenities. During the short breaks between the fits of anger and pain, she managed to pipe that Elvis is no more her son, and she would like to be left alone.

When I returned home, Elvis said that his entire family had “disowned” him, including his mother and his daughter. No doubt, it all happened because of lack of correct knowledge about afterlife. Indigenous people knew more about afterlife than we do with our superb computers and smart phones and advanced war machines.

I remember when Elvis Presley’s spirit showed up on my doorstep, I found on the Internet the appropriate book to read Elvis Speaks from the Beyond and Other Celebrity Ghosts Stories by Hans Holzer hoping to learn more about the spirit communication. The author worked with a lovely medium Dorothy Sherry, a go-between, when Holzer talked to the former king in the spirit. Recording on June 19, 1999 my first dialog with Elvis “The Church in My Name Has to Be Stopped and Finished” I asked the king a question: “I know that you worked with a good medium. I believe her name was Dorothy Sherry. I learned about her in the book Elvis Speaks from the Beyond by Hans Holzer. How is she?”

EP: — She is fine, and she is with me already. I would like to continue, if it works out here, on a different level of talking about things that happened to me during my difficult stay on earth.

Dorothy Sherry was not fine, because she was dead already, as I learned later. To me, maybe because of my English of a newcomer, the sentence “she is with me already” sounded as if they were still working together: he was giving her spirit messages, and she was writing them down in the same manner as I did. I had to wait 15 years before I got the real and shocking answer to my question.

I remembered that there were weird moments in the meticulously recorded report about the Holzer’s conversation with Elvis’ spirit in the book “Elvis Speaks from Beyond.”

“Hans Holzer: Please let go of the instrument (the medium – TP) for a second, so that we can resume communication.

D.S.: He says he doesn’t understand.

H.H.: Because there has been resistance and the energy being drawn, and you are upset.

D.S.: He’s not moving, he says he’s here to protect me…  And that he’s not going to move.” (p. 28-29)

The words about “protection” stroke me 15 years ago as very strange ones. Now they sound to me as the egregore’s typical promise “to protect” Dorothy, but against whom? I tried to find more information about Dorothy’s life. However, there was nothing out there beyond the information spilled here and there in the book Elvis Speaks from the Beyond. The thought that she was a victim of Elvis’ “friend” did not go away. Was she sucked to death by Elvis’s powerful but dysfunctional egregore? Instead of roaming around and making people demand more of Elvis Presley’s performance (a celebs’ egregore’s single practical function), it sabotaged its nature by sitting in Elvis’ body and poisoning his mind.

I “called” up to Hans Holzer’s spirit for his say about Dorothy Sherry. In about 20 minutes I heard a polite, soft spirit voice asking, “Lady Tatyana, can you hear me?” He continued.

Hans Holzer

“My name is Hans Holzer. I cannot believe that you got so far. If you need my modest opinion, I’ll speak. Dorothy is a complete victim of Elvis’ selfish nature. His rude and egoistic intrusion into her life ruined her marriage and left Dorothy without any means to live on. And Elvis, of course, dropped her immediately. Dorothy suffered death from a chronic disease and left this world penniless about 5 or 6 years after the divorce. She died at age 35. Up to her death she did not understand that it was Elvis’ “friend,” the terrible parasite, who sucked her to death. It was one of these terrible invisible crimes that occur on daily bases everywhere. You, Tanika, need mighty protection, and you have one, but it is not enough, not even close. Such protections exist, and your guide has to understand it. You will not survive or finish the work what is awaited from you. Let me speak with Elvis and Mozart, who are also here. Being not invited they showed up in my apartment.

Mozart: ―Vier und zwanziger. … Tatyana, I was angry with you, because of the lies that you spread about me.

T: ―What lies?

Mozart: ―They tell me that you changed every word what I told you.

T: ―Here is the printed text of our conversations in the book. You decide did I lie or not!

The text was examined and read.

Mozart: ―Not a single word has been changed. Sorry.

T: ―Which was lying to you?

Mozart: ―You know who, he is…

T: ―He is in a terrible condition. He did not listen to anyone but his egregore, the parasite. Period.

HH: ―It started back then. We were in the know about this problem. However…

T: ―Yes, they need their stubborn characters for fulfilling their missions on earth. However, hard work builds enormous attachments to their splendid names, cocaine, women ― the causes of suffering in the afterlife.

HH: ―Understanding of the situation will not help you. If you do not get high-level protection, you will not survive.

How did this serpent-like parasite crawl into a celebrity body? I did a little survive on my own asking it from Cary Grant, William Powell, Bette Davis, and everybody in the spirit world whom I got to talk. The answer was simple: the best protection against the egregore is person’s independence. You have to have strength to renounce their “protection” from the start.

I think the disproportion of the size of fame of the electronic era celebs and low rank of vibrational frequencies of their achievements contributed to the negativity of their afterlife. John Lennon’s adage of ‘being more popular than Jesus Christ’ says it all! Compare the destinies of Johan Sebastian Bach and Elvis Presley. The genius served as a modest organist in the local church, and the other…

The idea why Elvis Presley needed mediums like Dorothy Sherry or I started to dawn on me.  He needed us as stocks of vital energy for feeding his “friend,” his egregore, the parasite!

One night I became so feeble that I doubted to see the sunrise. It was Paramahansa Yogananda’s teacher Giri Yukteswar who showed up to help. He got Elvis egregore’s 54 suckers off from my back. He told that Elvis Presley’s “friend” was opening the sets of suckers like a lady opens a China fan. The suckers are used to attach themselves to the human aura. Probably, this was how the Dorothy Sherry was murdered. Of course, for Elvis it was safe to use us because we were completely unknown and poorly protected.

When I confronted Elvis’ spirit, he needed no time for an answer. “Nobody would listen to you!” There was left nothing to add to this easy-sounding confirmation of my worst assumptions.

Once I helped a “travelling angel,” a former remote viewer Charles, who was looking for a go-between for talking to his temporary host, a lovely lady, about her problems that she was not aware of. The appointment was set, and the meeting took place. It enabled to tell Charles about my need to have stronger protection.

Charles appealed to the highest rank of medical luminaries. They took Elvis in for examination but renounced the possibility of surgical interference. It was too late! The “metastases” of the egregore had spread too far into his brain. The operation could damage the astral brain beyond repair. And Mr. Presley was let go! The next volunteers who promised help were the Russian medical luminaries in the spirit world. Jesse accompanied Elvis to their sphere of influence. However, the brothers returned soon with the same verdict: in the present case the surgery was not a safe option! The firm opinion that nothing could be done was formed!

Fighting for my life, I turned to the highest with a desperate plea to help not me, but Elvis! The support was offered by the spirit of the former Tibetan lama, who lived in the 15th century Lhasa. Purportedly, he received ordination ceremony at Gander Monastery, where he rose through the ranks to the status of lama. He said he would separate Elvis from his egregore.

Yurik, a participating soul, described the surgery as follows. “At first it did not go well, and it looked that we had to give up. “The parasite dodged its tail; it was lashing, the tranquillizers were ineffective. We were afraid what would happen next. threatened. But the lama injected him something Tibetan. And it worked. The monster collapsed, and we started to cut it fearing that it would awake and destroy us at once. Lama was looking for a “life nerve” in him – it also had nerves – and he found one. It was cut, and monster was dead instantaneously. It took the effort of the entire group of people to pull the body out and carry it to the truck outside. The scientists treated lama as a hero. Then we called up volunteers to clean up the mess.”

Still not understanding that I was fooled, I asked how Elvis took it.

Yurik said that Elvis jumped from joy and couldn’t stop.

I wanted so badly to be saved that I did not question the probability of joyous jumping directly after surgery…

The next morning Elvis was back in my kitchen for coffee, as if the day before nothing special had happened. He confessed that the surgery was a staging, a fun game performed under Vladimir Vysotsky’s tutelage.

I stopped asking God to help Elvis. I admitted that my prayer was not sincere. It was motivated by my desperate wish to get rid of him. However, the “joke” raised more questions, like where were Elvis’ guides when this parasite crawled into Elvis’ body? What were they thinking? Do we have guides, or we take for guides the accidental spirits who land in our auras for rest, food and fun? The doors for new doubts and questions were wide open, and this was only the beginning of the revision of my views on spirit communication.

The day arrived when Elvis was forced to choose his reincarnation options. He was supposed to go to Italy. However, Italy did not take him because of the problems with his egregore. Then there was an opportunity to go to Africa. When Africa refused to take him in for the same reason, it had, finally, the impact on Elvis. For the first time, hew saw clearly what his “friend” had done to him. After stormy reaction to these refusals, Elvis calmed down. According to Jesse’s prediction, there was only one option left: to wait until people start forgetting Elvis and his “friend” will die natural death as William Powell’s egregore did.

I realized that I had never asked Elvis if it was painful to carry the proof of his fame, his “friend,” on his back across the universe? But Holzer did, and told me the following story.

“Elvis do not like to talk about his “friend”, but once he divulged that time to time his “friend” made him  suffer pain. I did not know how to write about it. However, your guesswork turned out to be true. When the pain became unbearable, Elvis had to feed his “friend!”  You do the same when your cat meows demanding food ― you open a can, in other words, you feed your cat to stop it’s meowing! Egregore used pain as a tool to control Elvis: when egregore became hungry, he let Elvis experience pain. When it gets its feed, it relieved the pain.

Egregore forged friendship promising protection and asking for friendship. The monster exploited Elvis’ softheartedness, his yearning for a friend. And egregore played the “I need you” card! How many naïve folks have been lured into the trap of various dependencies with this “I need you, I need your friendship” song! Before this softhearted “friend” knew, he or she was turned into an unpaid companion of a smarter and stronger person. Any servant has to be paid, but never a companion, if he or she is a “friend”!

T: ―When Elvis’s egregore got into Elvis’ astral body?

HH: ―Soon after Elvis’ transition ― during the most difficult moments of adjustment.

 Elvis Presley

T: ―The behavior of this egregore seems to repeat the pattern of female aggressive hysteria that was provoked by Elvis Presley’s performance and accumulated during his concerts. Numerous documentary footage, photos and witnesses’ accounts give persuasive pictures of this mass hysteria. Elvis had to be protected by a team of bodyguards who tried to keep waves of fans at bay. And after the famous performer’s death, the egregore seemed to fulfill the crowd’s dominating wish ― to get to his soul! What hints to the nature of the material the egregore’s are built from: the vibrational frequencies of the female fans’ emotions and the egregores are probably closely the same!  According to your estimation, when Elvis’ egregore will lose its power?

HH: ― I think, in 50-75 years from now!

T: ― And I ask again, where were Elvis’ guides, when he decided to establish a friendly relationship with his egregore? Where was Jesse?

There was silence. But after a while I heard Elvis’ voice:

EP: ― Jesse was there with me, he warned me, offered help, but I refused, and he could do nothing without my consent. Leave him out of this; he is not responsible for what did happen.

In some days after my chance to converse with Holzer, while switching on the computer, I noticed that the word “Gyrations” was ticking in my mind. Then Elvis Presley’s words “I was able to sell sex from the stage, and I did!” popped up. This sentence stemmed from an old spirit message. I sensed that these words would connect the dots. Elvis was on the top of his career. The moves of particular parts of his body turned on crowd’s forbidden thrill and out of love toward him, they were ready to tear him to pieces! And his egregore materialized the vibrations of sexually arisen crowd. Now the splendid performer has to wait until people will forget him. We know that it will not happen soon. One is sure: he will never sell sex from the stage again. If you scroll down to the previous post about Visotsky, a Russian mega-mega-mega-star’s life in eternity, there would be a corresponding most interesting hint about Elvis’ future incarnations.

My apology to James van Praagh: yes, he is the pioneer, he started televised spirit communication, he broke a new ground, his path was difficult, his incredible talent has been an object of bitter envy, he had tons of enemies, he survived, but today he is so strong and successful enough for surviving words that have to be said – in the name of research, study and expansion of spirit communication! The sugary picture of afterlife is misleading and wrong, we still know so little about eternity. Do we have to know more? This is not for me to tell… If the research is needed, then the sugary picture of afterlife is one of the greatest obstacles on the way of to the truth.

 

Vladimir Vysotsky: Life in Eternity

Vys

 A quick reminder! Vysotsky became a mega celebrity being completely banned as a performer of his author’s songs. (Vysotsky’s closest American counterpart would be Bob Dylan. However, describing deficiencies of the Soviet life, Vysotsky managed to speak about them with light humor, irony and laughter.) However, he was allowed to embody Hamlet on the stage of the Moscow legendary Taganka Drama Theater. This theater had earned many outstanding international awards. Actors joked: “Every time when the Communist Party needed to refresh the interest toward Russia, they sent us to international theatrical festivals to collect awards.” Nevertheless, at home Vysotsky did not have a single legal concert during his 42 years on earth, not a single concert poster, not a single article about him in a newspaper or magazine, not a single printed poem or book written by him or about him! But his husky voice was heard over that giant country sprawling from the Baltic Sea to the Pacific Ocean. The tickets to his illegal concerts in working class clubs, mostly at night time, were sold out, and halls were filled with hysterically excited crowds from wall to wall and beyond…

Vysotsky allowed the happy attendees to record his performance. As it has been said already: the countless times recorded tapes spread all over the country with the speed of the brush fire… The availability of sound recording devices was an entirely new thing in the Soviet Union, and the communist party and KGB lost the control over the spontaneous spread of Vysotsky’s uncensored songs on the magnetic tapes. These amateurish recordings were not sold but changed hands as gifts.

33 years after death, in 2013, Moscow modern journalist Fyodor Razzakov and Mikhail Kryzhanovsky, former KGB and CIA spy, published their book   “Владимир Высоцкий — суперагент КГБ” (Vladimir Vysotsky ― KGB Super Spy), Moscow, Algorithm, 2013. The publication of this work made the Russian Internet to explode. The pro and contra discussion revealed additional information regarding still not definite circumstances of Vladimir Vysotsky’s death. It was said that they (KGB) “zachistili yego” ― “cleaned him up,” meaning, murdered Vysotsky “to prevent the leakage of vital government secrets” in connection with his deepening cocaine dependency. (Look up the subchapter “Rumors about Victor” in this book).

Hard to believe, the post-communist era Russian Internet publishes rumors that the people’s beloved bard, the national hero, was officially “cleaned up” on the top of his fame, and… nothing happened! The case was not reopened.

Now you probably think that in the afterlife, such person would be rest in paradise. However, it did not happen! Not even close! And this is why I am writing about his life in the astral world. Fame becomes a “prison” for celebrities everywhere, in a capitalist world and the communist world, and in the afterlife alike!

According to Tibetan wisdom, fame has it place in human life if it leads to quickening of enlightenment and diminishes human suffering. In other words, the fame is not the culprit, but the attitude may become a famous prison’s warden, to put it mildly.

The Russian Al Capone

VV: ― I am Vladimir Vysotsky. However, the problem is that Vladimir Vysotsky and I are two different entities. I cannot neither entirely merge nor part ways with my name. And I ask myself, is he my shadow or I am the shadow lagging behind my splendid name. However, when I am drunk, or stoned we join for a short time, and I create ugliness that makes my hair stand on end. Sobering up, I cannot believe that this was me who had been so destructive. However, I cannot take back anything, not a shred of what was accomplished getting high on drugs. My terrible name is wooing me always, as if protecting me from becoming an average Joe, a toy in hands of some political system chosen for me in my next round of reincarnation what may happen any day soon.

What can be more important than not getting lost in the crowd of human leftovers? They want me to have a low incarnation for washing off my Russian bezpredel – limitlessness in consumption of vodka, narcotics, and having sex with prostitutes of all nationals, all skin colors. They have died suffering OD, or from their pimps’ bullets for hiding earnings.

However, my heaviest sin is the debasement of the new souls, mostly Russians. Down there they saw me as a god. But here I punished them, having no idea what for. I forced them to work for me by churning out cocaine and tasting it. It built fast their cocaine dependency. I wanted them to be complaisant, out of the will, trustful without questioning, wax-like soft and obedient. When I got them so far, I named them “my people”!

None of them put up any resistance, not even my friend, the Taganka Theatre great, truly multitalented actor Valera Zolotukhin, almost as famous as I was. None of them said, “I’ll kill you!” or “I’ll not do it!” None of them complained, and again, as at the beginning, when after my death I arrived at the other side I was ready to puke and commit suicide. At that time, the death wish was evoked by the terrible look of my egregore, but now it was aroused by realization of my failure. Back home, writing and performing for them about their misery, I strained my throat for nothing, my so-called husky voice did not awake anyone; “zilch” was the name of all my achievements. The load of Russian slavish obedience, which I was supposed to move, remained immovable. Nothing happened; nothing changed. Russia continued supply the Other Side with souls disfigured by hopelessness and marked by poverty and inertia. They made up crowds of faceless, angry, unhappy people acting only if told whom to hang, where to dig, and do the dirty work from what so many other nations have been exempted.

T: ― Why you, Vladimir Vysotsky, feel aversion toward this crowd instead of love and compassion? … Perhaps you see yourself as part of these people? Who asked you to change Russia? Are you sure that they saw you as a god? Maybe it was you who, like Marlon Brando hero in “The Apocalypses,” took the notice of morphing from a human being into a god? Have you ever tried to face the fact that your aggressive despotism comes from your prolonged usage of cocaine. They say with Lennon happened the same. You hate “your people” who idealized you, because, in a way, you are one of them.

After some silence, Vysotsky continued.

VV: ― I lost hope and said, “God left us because we are a hopeless lot! Let bow down to the devil and strike a deal!” So I found him and offered my cooperation. He listened patiently and said “Prove it to me!” And I did! I send my people to find excrements, left behind by cocaine users on earth. I made them select rich portions of it and bring home, on the territory of your third chakra dump. We saw it as an abandoned wasteland where we washed the incoming raw material, our “ore,” like they washed gold at gold mines. A friend of mine was a big boss at the Siberian goldmines, and he showed me how they did it. So, here I was able to instruct “my people” properly. The next step entailed drying out the fresh product in our self-build “stoves.” The last step, the packing, was easy. Then I had to figure out what to do with the waste and how to distribute our novelty, turning it into currency to help boys and me in the land of strangers.

The devil said, “Think!” And I gave it a thought. Soon my Russian experience whispered me word “Bribery!” Devil laughed his head off and said that my record permits him to pick me up any instant and to lock me up in hell for a very long time. However, he added that something invisible was still keeping me in the company of so-called “good people.” Devil decided to find out what it was to avoid confrontations with Divine Bureaucracy. Besides, where would I disappear? He could collect me anytime he wished.

Astral world doesn’t know any morning or evening hours. However, the waves of earth rhythms break against our consciousness like eagle’s wings beat the prison’s walls. At morning time, we want coffee, and at night time we want cocaine. And happy Devil observed our fast fall despite having everything that we, the idiots, dreamed about in the Soviet Union ― vodka, cognac, cigarettes, women, women, and women. We have here agreements, fist fights, arguments, negotiations, rejections, hatred, rituals, friendship, love, hope.

The physical laws of the astral world differ from earth’s laws, but we remain the same. Dying is a long process, and we download here all our mental and moral dirt, so we have something important to do here, learning from what we have been made of. We grow so slowly…. And if someone will tell you something else, he or she does not know the first thing about life in the subtle world…

In order to dictate you this, I stole your energy. Three days in a row I watched how you were meditating and pulling light through your clean channels into your system. I threw a lid over your “gate” and scooped away every drop of light to dilute the gray fog in my sick astral brain.

I am aware that I try to stabilize myself at the dangerous edge. One more swing and I will find myself in the hell. In other words, they will lower me beneath the earth frequencies. The benefactors like I need eons to crawl out from hell.

Down there, on earth, singing “Koni priveredliviye”—“My Restless Horses” (one of most loved Vysotsky’s song) and begging heaven to let me stay at the edge a bit longer, I was so young! At that time, I had no idea what it meant to stay at the edge of the abyss! I reached this edge only here, in the astral world. I found myself at the edge of terrifying abyss ― down there with the gate not to paradise, but hell. Now I think how to get back where I would be if not burdening my conscience with that hellish cocaine machine!

T: Then destroy it? What does hold you back?

Vysotsky ignored my question; then continued, as if talking to himself.

VV: ―They charged me with breaking the law. They will pick me up for punishing boys for every sign of disobedience. They say that my mistake was breaking the law of freedom of choice and therefore broke the holy cow of the astral order – the law of non-violence! The law of free will and no-violence cannot be challenged here. They called me an Eastern satrap, the tyrant, and they applied tyrannical measures to tame me!

VV: ― It all went wrong, Tanika, and our bilingual book Channeling Vysotsky went wrong as well. I was not ready for that work, and you were not ready as well. Maybe we still are not ready for such kind of work. Maybe there was no real need for that book at a time, or the right person was not found who could invest in marketing…

When I look at the path ahead of me, I see a mountain locking the pass in afar. When I speed up, the mountain starts to recede, as if mocking me; I attempt to catch up with it, but it still retreats, and the distance between me and that mountain, signifying the success, remains the same always… After what I’ve done, will I be allowed to rise again?

T: Dear reader, the next time when you would pass a beggar, a homeless, a man with a sign, do not get irritated.  Yes, you are rushing to an important meeting! You know that you have to donate him a dollar, but have no time to stop and find in your messy pockets that piece of the green paper. And if you, finally, do, his three-word thank “God bless you!” would shower you with unbearable feeling of guilt. Find a minute, or half! Find that dollar, and notice that suddenly you became lighter and calmer!  And nobody can say with certainty who needed that exchange more, the beggar on the street or you – to stop for an instant in your automatic rush! Probably, the man with a sign was an average beggar, but still, there was a chance that you had received blessing from a former leader, a pharaoh or celebrity… The next time you applaud to a celebrity does not skimp on sending him a wave of your most sincere “thank you” for his or her outstanding performance. Give to a celebrity, do not take the last drop of energy from him pressuring for his attention.

Vysotsky’s voice fell silent long time ago. My third eye broke through the veil observing something extraordinaire unfolding in the otherworldly large open hall. The French door led into a lavish flower garden with old branching trees. Strangely moving shadows accentuated a little table set with the elegant champagne flutes.

Marlen Dietrich

 They were all there, Marlene Dietrich, Myrna Loy, Bette Davis, Elvis Presley, Cary Grant dressed in evening gowns and suits. There was every conversationalist from this book, and people whom I was not able to identify. They wore festive attires. Humphrey Bogart in flawless black attire seemed to be the host. He lifted his glass with sparkling light wine and spoke.

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 HB: ―Volodya, I know you are not a saint, but a crazy Russian, an alcoholic, as we all tend to be here. However, the laughter of yours that you brought here with your Russian Soviet era anecdotes was so invigorating that it saved many souls from deepest depression. Looking at you, I learned that the laughter of Russian souls sucked into the American sphere of influence for one reason or the other, mostly to develop their inborn talents in their next incarnations in Western Hemisphere came from the land of big suffering. But your laughter was so loud and pure that it echoed across the universe teaching the hopeless to trust the power of our mind capable of discover good and funny in everything, everywhere, and in any given situation.

Volodya, we part for a very short time. Thank you for your laughter, we will meet soon again. Farewell Volodya, and hello, Volodya! When you are done, I know, heaven will make you come back to America for your outstanding entrepreneurial abilities, unique in this tender astral world… You will find what to do down there, in the land of free market economy…

They all greeted and hugged Vysotsky. He was a hero in their eyes, and they wished him easy reincarnation.

The picture of farewell festivity was floating away and out of my sight melting into the astral fog. Only faint clinking of glasses continued to echo in my ears.

I was still drinking my coffee when I heard a smothered whisper:

“Hi, Mister Presley, on your request they searched for your highest ranking future incarnation. They asked me to guide you into the council room!”

Elvis asked, “Will it occur in my upcoming incarnation?”

“Sorry, no! It will happen in the 11th incarnation from where you are today. You talent will be not diluted; it will not disappear, but you have so much to cleanse, learn and grow. We have to go!”

Another voice intercepted: “He will be born in Vienna, he will be the Shalyapin-type celebrity, deeply rooted in his people’s culture, with immense power of expression. This was why they met, Shalyapin and Elvis with the help of your friend Vysotsky, as you described it in your book.”

Hans Holzer

Watching the farewell ritual, I did not notice how Hans Holzer appeared in my kitchen.

HH: ― Tatyana I do not know what to say. If I did not see with my own eyes everything what did happen here, the farewell for Vysotsky, organized by Humphrey Bogart, the crowd of celebs, I wouldn’t believe a single word of yours. But I saw it, and I am dumb… Let me find out, if this is true that they found Elvis on the top again in one of his future incarnations. I will be back in a minute…

However, he was stopped by the concluding part of the farewell party.

HH: ― Can you see the robots? They are there to arrest Vysotsky? … Once this Russian was a king… Was he the Vienna Maximillian? Oh my God, in every cycle of rebirths, he has been the king at least once! This was why he was so sure being above me that I could not understand…

Holzer said goodbye hurriedly and disappeared, as if trying to catch up with robots who were accompanying Vysotsky away from the crowd of Hollywood celebrities.

Vladimir Vysotsky’s dream came true.  He conquered his peers at West. But not through his artistic abilities, rather through laughter born by the Russian despair and not so Russian entrepreneurial talent.

Why Did You Gather That Soiree?

The next morning I overheard voices from afar. “True to the end for the better or worse!” It reminded an oath of allegiance. Stupid I, of course, the king was back, and his Neverland knights were greeting a Roman emperor! In other words, Vysotsky returned and was already brainwashing his “people.” Someone advised, “Give him coffee, and he will go back to the reincarnation can!”

Suppressing my irritation, I advised inviting over the soiree host to share a cup of coffee with Vysotsky?

Humphrey Bogart showed up immediately. The nuances of various expressions slipped across his face. Finally, he burst into laughter.

HB: ― “Vladimir, my brother, gangsta Al Capone, I will not call for another farewell reception for you, but I honestly admire you. Tell me how you got out from the reincarnation camera? I know, you were locked up in there, and robots were guarding you?

“Easy!”― was a fast answer, and Vysotsky started to explain the details of his escape.

Coffee, a glass of kefir, and hot oatmeal were on the table. Humphrey Bogart liked the kefir most. He said, “I used to have it… You know, you have to drive at work, but your head is splitting… you down some kefir, and you are OK again.”

Vysotsky’s suspicious voice interrupted Bogart’s panegyric to kefir: “For what  did you gather that soiree?”

Bogart did not answer; a sort of withdrawal started to emerge in his eyes and he gave up Vysotsky to robots on the spot, adding: “Before America can use your services, you have a lot to learn, Al Capone!”

The connection between astral Hollywood and Russians, who produced cocaine, was severed. Was this bridge broken for good?

Probably, Vysotsky overstayed his welcome in eyes of everyone involved ― hierarchies, robots, friends and foes. But he continued to be the “king of his kingdom” having no intention to abdicate, change hats – to take off crown for some snapback cap of a commoner. He continued ask for extra attention in order be perceived “as the most important person in the building”, and his cocaine pranks (a sure way to get attention!) became more and more theatrical and dangerous.

One night a surge of sudden pain woke me up – as if something hard had fallen on my head. The strange smell made me open a window and switch on the fan. Crawling back in bed, did I lose consciousness? It was like falling into a dark well. Another wave of pain brought me back. I got up and took a hot shower.  The headache did not subside.

One of my spirit friends informed me that Bogart’s robots took Vysotsky back to the reincarnation “can”, but he managed to escape again. Of course, there were zero chances to slip out of the hermetically closed doors.  Nevertheless, Vysotsky has returned from any detention facility and “re-education” camp suspiciously soon, in a day or two after being apprehended for extra loud troubles. And this had lasted already years.  How did he escape?

A thought of suspicion took roots in my mind. He had to have a devoted friend or a capable “executive” in the astral world. When “one hand” locked him up, the other hand ― the hand of a dark guardian angel made the door sprang wide open for Vysotsky to walk out with dignity and sneering smile on his lips. Probably, Vysotsky’s escapist adventures were based on bribery. The question was who played the role of the mysterious guardian in Vysotsky’s endless theatrical staging?

Probably, his executrix had free access to cocaine and a large net of “helpers” who delivered the bribe invisibly and no questions asked.

Yes, in Vysotsky’s surrounding, there was an eerie Asian character called behind the back Chinaman. He pretended to be an old soul not attached to any name or number or particular identifying symbol. Despite this high-fly defiance he used to “flip on” names of archangels, lamas, or some famous people depending on his needs or goals. We met him as a Tibetan lama. It was him who performed a fake surgery on Elvis. …This soul had his set of problems, including cocaine dependency, anger, envy, and disagreements with God. In other words, Vysotsky and Chinaman who called himself Archangel Gabriel, my guide Thomas, Russian icon painter Andrei Rublev respectively, found each other. Vysotsky supplied him with cocaine, and, in return, he gifted Vysotsky with freedom. The win-win situation in the astral world!

After Vysotsky’s next escape from a detention facility, the guarding robots declared a real “wolf hunt” on him. He barricaded himself in my aura mobilizing “his people” to protect him. Was he asking for sacrifices when shielding himself with the crowd of “his people”? In Vysotsky’s classic song “The Wolf Hunt,” the unruly wolves were surrounded by hunters with loaded rifles. Here, apparently, robots will not shoot or kill the insurgents, but, eventually, they would capture the entire gang making “people” share the leader’s destiny. Before I knew it, I heard myself shouting in Russian language, “Surrender, do not fight against robots for your fake icon, you do not have to share his fate, there are no guilt on you! There is no need to rush into hell out of false comradery; agree to reincarnate back home as soon as possible and think, think, think what had happened to you! Never create idols and never bow to another human being!”

To whom was I shouting this, to them or to myself?

Things started to unravel fast. Vysotsky was apprehended again. About half of Vysotsky’s “people” accepted reincarnation back to Russia.

As many times before, Vysotsky was back the same day angrier than ever. Probably the fiesta began again.  In cocaine euphoria, Vysotsky forced his loyalists to beat and damage my seventh chakra. Later, the consulting spirit doctors announced their diagnoses: “As a result of contusions inflicted to the medium’s 7th chakra, the odds are that she will be born with a twisted face in her next incarnation. The healing has to start on earth before her death and transition to the subtle world.”

Vysotsky had achieved resemblance with historic Al Capone who had a sad habit to bruise his fellow gangsters’ faces personally during his fits of violence.

I was left to cope with the prospect to be born as a crippled person in my next incarnation. At morning hour, Vysotsky showed up apologizing in a tone as if he had spilled a glass of water on the kitchen floor. I exploded, and… cursed him.  Terrible words jumped out of my mouth putting environment on fire for quite a time, until I was utterly exhausted. I cannot take back the word, and I do not want to. When I chilled out, I saw my Himalayan guide in front of me.  The conversation between him and me is nobody’s business. However, to me it proved that our guides exist after all!

Another conclusion that this story can lead to is an interesting hint regarding invisible connection between present lifetime and the next one. During our stay on earth, we already create the design or image of our future body 24/7 – by our thoughts, intentions, dreams, actions and reactions.

Finally, the day had arrived when the story of Elvis Presley’s and Vladimir Vysotsky’s stay in my aura ended peacefully and to the satisfaction of all parties involved.

During morning meditation, a vision was unrolling in my inner space. It did not stand out by originality; it contained the same mythological images that fill so many meditative visions. I saw the ocean, blue sky, golden sunshine, a peaceful beachfront, and a tall cliff nearby. On its wide shoulders, it was carrying a city dump with its waterfront cutting down into beach sand. On the upper edge of that damp, facing the sea, sat a red box made from painted timber boards. I knew that in that box was the hellish cocaine “production machine.” My intuition made me send light to it. The time stood still. A force seemed to focus golden rays on that box. In about one hour the vertical cracks began to appear in the cut of dump. The cracks widened slowly letting light shine through; then the slices of dump started to crumble. The box’s red planks got loose, and as if propelled into the air, they arced in all directions before sliding down onto beige stripe of sandy beach.

Then the details of rusty metal, dirt and clouds of white powder followed landing on then beach next to red boards. The ocean waves were washing  its booty until a stronger wave took it to the sea floor.

I knew, I had done my part, and Vysotsky and Presley new adventures in the afterlife  would be no more my concern. Finally, our paths would part.

 

10 Things You May Want to Know about Spirit Communication

1. Do spirits lie? – They do, and more often than we think. There are thousands of reasons why — including wish to protect you from information that you are not ready to hear. However, if you are a honest and compassionate person, you will attract honest spirits as well.
2. Why they say that they send us love so often during spirit communication. Some find it boring? – During communication spirits use some of our vital energy, because they cannot talk the other way, but their answers to our questions come back on waves of significantly higher vibrations that heal and refine us. Older mediums say that they cringe remembering how rude and none considered they were in their youth. They credit spirit communication for refinement of their characters. So do I. Spirit communication helped me with letting go some painful attachments, and serious delusions, and the process has not stopped yet. However, not all spirits are so clean. Never lose common sense during spirit communication. Always ask from the Highest for protection before you start communicating. Never forget to close your chakras when you are done with communication.
3. Bette Davis said that she was no different from other stars. “I had my share of nightmares – heavily overloaded mental body.” What she meant by that? – Barbara Ann Brennan calls this over load the coat of the negative thought forms. The Tibetan Buddhists call this overload the accumulation of negative imprints on human mind. There are various ways how to deal with this problem. This is a special theme and needs special handling. Later I will share everything what I have learned about it.
4. Are spirit communication a dangerous affair? Yes, it has quite real dangers. Both medium and the sitters need protection. Some like to smudge the space before starting the séance of spirit communication. However, old-fashioned séances were started with special protective prayers for building direct contact with the highest realms available. I consider this to be the best protection against unwanted intrusions.
5. How do I know I am told the truth or lied to? This questions leads into the realm of delusions. How do you know if a person in flesh-and-blood is lying to you? The less delusions you have, the sharper is your intuition and the better is your judgment. Do not be afraid to disagree with spirits’ advices. Never forget, spirits shares with you their opinions, oftentimes rooted into their experiences. You live in different time, and are definitely entitled to your own opinion regarding everything.
6. Can the sitter ask the medium to call up a particular spirit? – Yes, sitter can do it, but there is no guarantee that the particular spirit whom the sitter has in mind, wants or cares talking to you. Emmanuel Swedenborg expounded early on that every human being is surrounded by a certain group of spirits united by similar energy patterns. According to my spirit communication experience, some spirits have no problems with communication, but some need quite long time to “tune in” in order be heard by a medium. One of such spirits was Russian movie director Andrei Tarkovsky, known internationally for his feature film “Andrei Rublev”. He tried to talk, but instead, I heard lines of a poem read out loud by his father, the poet Arseni Tarkovsky who was not present. In some 10 minutes the communication séance with Andrei Tarkovsky was resumed and it went on without further surprises.
7. Some say, we attract spirits. How do we do it? We are not separated from the Spirit World with China Wall; spirits exist among us and next to us on a different, significantly higher vibrational frequency. In comparison with us, the clumsy ones, spirits have way more freedom to move around. They can show up instantaneously attracted by outbursts of our emotions, sexual activity, food consumption, music we listen, books we read, films we watch, and prayers we chant or say quietly in our minds. As a medium, I have attracted many dead writers during reading their books. A normal, healthy person is protected against the contacts with the spirit world by his inability to see or hear them. And on the contrary, the mediums are “punished” for their ability to see/hear and sense spirits becoming aware of their presence 24/7. So, mediums learn to close the channels and shut down the perception of the subtle world by their will.
8. Is the spirit world static or dynamic, does things change over there? The speed of changes depends on the frequency of energy weaves. The higher frequencies, the speedier the changes. In other words, in the Spirit World things change faster than on earth.
9. Can my deceased mother predict my future and father secure me job during the spirit communication session with a medium? This is a tricky question. Definitely, spirits see future.  They read our past and future incarnations, can give interpretation of our relationships, they can advise how to improve relationships, but they try to avoid predictions or search jobs for us. Why? Sometimes, there are situations in future that cannot be avoided. In this case, painting rosy picture of the future doesn’t do good either. If spirits see/sense good fortune ahead, like marriage, they say so without any hesitations. Hard to believe, but talking to a soul from the perished submarine “Kursk”, the navy Sanya said suddenly, “Your adopted son will marry soon a beautiful lady. I can see her clearly!” I did not believe this. My adopted son did not believe this either, as his astrological marriage signs were very weak. But it did happen, the lady’s marriage signs were also weak. But two minuses met, producing “a plus”!  So, whatever the predictions are, never give up on search for happiness. Today my son is the father of three beautiful daughters! Practical advice: do not pressure spirits to say what you want to hear. If they see, they say, if they do not see, they do not say, that’s it!

10. What do I learn from spirit communication? You learn about your responsibility to your own soul and your higher self; you learn how insignificant is your life in vastness of the Universe and how powerful is your mind; your learn how important is your imagination and how unimportant is your ego; you learn how little you know about Universe, and how short is your stay on earth; you learn the true value of love and compassion; you will revise your priorities, and if you continue your search, you may find God and learn to receive Light from Him; you learn to lean toward Him and find, finally, true security and happiness.

A Gunfight in Nowhere

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Humphrey Bogart (1899-1957)

In following monologue Humphrey Bogart gives a most powerful picture of his egregore, a monstrous being birthed by the fused energy of his his fans.

 

Humphrey Bogart: — It was pitch black and I was alone. I experienced the same sensation as you did in the night dream lately as I can see. The name of the sensation is “fear.” However, suddenly fear started to loosen its deadly hold on me. And as it weakened, the darkness weakened, as well. It started to waste away gradually. The dark gray turned into light gray and thin streaks of light, coming from afar, attempted to pierce the gray clouds releasing their strange otherworldly clearness. I felt tremendous relief. I was breathing again! Now I found myself in the dusk of sunrise. I was waiting for the real sunrise. I imagined a horizon line, focusing on an imaginary spot where I assumed the sun should appear. Where were the first reddish-pinkish rays that would make the violet clouds disappear? I was still hanging in a cloud that was carrying me with astounding ease. I was not falling. I was laying on it as in some funny cartoon. Or, was I there in an upside position? I was losing orientation in that strange space that looked simultaneously familiar and strange. Then I understood what was missing — the gravitational force! It made no difference how I related to that cloud. The cloud didn’t care what position I took. There was no up, down, left or right. I tell you, at the start, it was truly confusing. It turns out that we depend almost exclusively on things that we take for granted. And believe me, the effects of the force of gravitation caps the list of things we take for granted. More light poured into the cloud that carried me toward some place in space that was not familiar to me. Now I was able to differentiate between the subjects around me. I was in the middle of a plain field, and I was no longer alone. I stood there facing a monster who looked even worse than the one described by the Russian guy1 who recently worked with you, the medium. He had mercy on you and the readers. A true celebrity’s other worldly doppelgänger looks even worse. There was a slight resemblance to me despite all the profound differences. I was kind of a smallish guy. You read that I completely wasted away before death. I was so badly afraid to lose it and not be able to feed them properly and maintain the lifestyle what I was supposed to have that I died the death I was most afraid of — the death of the person who cannot eat… I had to die to see the connection between my fears and my destiny. If someone needs an example how we create our destiny, then here is a perfect example — me! My fears and my destiny! Looking at the despicable, gigantic monster in front of me who was supposedly impersonating me, all I could think of was his monstrous appearance.

On earth, I had a short temper. I had a short temper with my kids, wives, directors, coworkers. I couldn’t stand anything for too long. I am losing my temper now, with you, because of your limited English; because of your inability to keep your appointments with me… Even though I succumb to my habit of losing my temper with people who are below me, I understand clearly that you are doing me a great favor, not the other way around as many thought at the beginning of your otherworldly dialogs with us, here in the otherworldly reflection of the actual Hollywood. Our differences are “only some spins away.” Thank God, I am still capable of seeing and understanding that. My short breath and shortness in temper came from my inability to handle my fear of not earning enough money for alimony payments, mortgages and a list of other obligations that I was afraid to ignore. I was in awe of losing face in Hollywood. Now I have released some of that fear, but not all.

However, facing that monster, my short temper took over. I shouted as loud as I could yell given that I no longer had vocal cords, “Who are you, what do you want from me?” I quickly understood the consequences of the loss of vocal cords. But it did not stop my will to fight. I grabbed for a gun, and it did not stop me either from asking questions — questions such as how the heck the gun was there the instant I grabbed for it in a space around me? Every normal person would pause for an instant in amusement over the discovery that a passionate thought about something makes it “real.” But was I normal?

Before I knew it, I shot the monster! I believed it to be a balloon with human and animal waste all over its skin, but enough! You are already close to vomiting. According to earthly experience, if you shoot a balloon, it will immediately lose air and shrink next to nothing. But it did not happen with my doppelgänger. It did not die. It did not shrink. It did not react. It did not wince in pain. I kept shouting and shooting. I was shooting and shooting, and the monster was laughing and laughing, and became healthier and healthier, and bigger and bigger as I kept shooting and was near collapsing because I was again out of breath.

The more I fought against the giant, the healthier it became… I couldn’t believe what I heard… The giant spoke to me, “Go ahead!” He was saying, “Shoot me!” The giant looked pleased, he enjoyed being shot. It made him grow and become healthier. Even the layers of shit started to thin out, revealing the pink color of his “skin” or whatever it was. His laugh sounded as if it came from the bottom of an empty barrel, or from a cellar. Then he announced in a hollow voice, “Tomorrow the same place, same time! Come and shoot us. We love it. We need your energy, and in return we will protect you here.”

I panicked, and as fear embraced me, darkness enveloped me again.

Look up my horoscope. Somehow I have to manage to finish here, in my afterlife, what I was supposed to accomplish on earth. (Bogart’s stars ask him to learn speaking truth: not an easy task for a Hollywood actor! — T.) This is why we were given a chance to get a body on earth. Before I go, I want to say, all we have to take care on earth is balancing out our character faults, our fears — in one word — negativity! Fighting against it is not the way to conquer it. The more you fight, the deeper you sink into your own… I cannot use the word, you understand. Thank you.

They have given me the sign to stop for today. I will be back after you have edited our conversation, or earlier if you have questions. This was an honest man’s message of what is waiting a celebrity after death.

We want to be known, but anonymity is an important aspect of existence. Why the heck did you make me famous — I am asking God! Did I ask for it? All I asked for was to be worry free and comfortable with my rent. I never bought a mansion. I was modest with my social demands; I never went to extremes with houses, cars or women. My true friend was the bottle — also no good. It makes you indifferent to everything else. You have seen this with your relatives.

Tanika Palm: — Is there any way you can destroy your egregore?

HB: — No, there is not such a chance because it was born, not from me, but from my fans negativity.

T: — Does your egregore interfere with your afterlife?

HB: — This is a question that still has not yet been answered clearly.

T: — Who will you be the next time around on earth?

HB: — I don’t know yet. I will not be an actor. I don’t want any profession that has a direct influence on people and leads to the birth of an egregore. But I will not be a monk either. Will I be a gambler or an investor? It may happen and then I will also start writing as my hobby. I have played in so many poor films based on poor screenplays that I was thinking of trying my hand as a screenwriter. What they put on television is such a waste of time. I’ll try to do something better. Out of curiosity, I sometimes examine works of the greats such as Shakespeare, and wonder how he did it. He broke all the drama rules but always got it right at the end. I dreamed of rewriting his plays “Storm” (“The Tempest”) and “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”, but Woody Allen did it for me. Maybe I will try to do a better rewrite here, in my present world. If I succeed in this, I will pursue a playwright’s career with vigor! Vigor and energy are needed here as well! I will stay away from detective stories. I can see, in your attitude toward this cheap stuff, you have also achieved your status quo. What is “The Maltese Falcon” today? A nothing! What is “The Treasure of the Sierra Madre” today? An honest evaluation of situations that corrupt man beyond repair… I think we have a decent ending to my story. Thank you for giving me the hope to go ahead with a decent profession.

 

1 Vladimir Vysotsky, the Soviet Russian superstar, performing poet

 

CONFRONTATIONS

Humphrey Bogart

I have played in so many bad films based on poor screenplays that I was thinking of trying my hand as a screenwriter. What they put on television is such a waste of time. I’ll try to do something better.

Confirmation

Stephen Humphrey Bogart wrote in his book Bogart “My father, admittedly, played in a lot of stinkers, but he was always fighting for better scripts, never for the bigger paycheck.”

Humphrey Bogart

He broke all the drama rules but always got it right at the end. I had a dream to try my hand at rewriting his plays, “Storm” and “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”. But Woody Allen did it for me.

Confirmation

Shakespeare researchers say that when “The Tempest” was written, it did not attract much attention. But in the 19th century, theatre productions began to reinstate the original Shakespearean text, and in the 20th century critics and scholars undertook a significant re-appraisal of the play. Today it is considered to be one of Shakespeare’s greatest works. , “Shakespeare got it right at the end.”

Woody Allen wrote the screenplay and directed “A Midsummer Night’s Sex Comedy” clearly inspired by William Shakespeare.

Humphrey Bogart

What is “The Maltese Falcon” today? A nothing! What is “The Treasure of the Sierra Madre” today? An honest evaluation of situations that corrupt man beyond repair!

Confirmation

In 1990 “The Treasure of the Sierra Madre” was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry by the Library of Congress as being “culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant.”

 

Behind the Closed Doors

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An excerpt from the book “Prisoners of Fame”:  Marlene Dietrich speaks from afterlife

I do not know where to start my story. Out of the public’s sight I retired to my secluded life. However, behind closed doors, the loneliness deepened tot he stage when I succumbed to life without my only companions, my mirror images. Because what I saw in the mirror, made me cry, beat myself up, yell at servants, and bite the dog.

I felt emptiness and died motionlessly, not capable of moving. My body was poisoned because of the failure to digest food or process any liquid, even clear water. I had no choice but to step out of my body. I started to walk toward the light at the end of the tunnel, but lost it half way…

MD: — You asked about my transition from life to so-called death. I took a lot of medicine and literally knocked myself out. I was very much in lethargic sleep or coma. In that sense, the transition wasn’t hard. The hardship followed after the transition.

MD: — I am trying to show you an image of a large Buddha sculpture that you have seen in Thailand do you see it?

T: Marlene found this image in my memory of a tourist voyage to Thailand in 1980. Among many wonderful recollections there was a memorable sighting of an elephant farm in the jungle with its unimaginable quietness (not existing in the civilized world) and an excursion to the golden temples that housed rows of giant Buddha figures.

MD: — In the tunnel, pressing toward the light, I lost it. I found myself in a crevice locked in of a balsam massive. There was a scene of my childhood: a sunny day, my lovely mother and I. We were outdoors buried in a dark mountain of my depression. It was accumulating during the last decades of my life behind closed doors. In the afterlife, these huge deposits of my sadness became my physical reality.

T: As a matter of fact, Marlene spoke about materialized thought forms of her depression. During three decades of life behind closed doors, her sad thoughts materialized into images. The buildup of these images had hardened into a dark stone massive. In a way, she had buried herself into her sadness.

MD: — We were in a large Buddha figure, and I asked myself, could we ever find our way out of this confinement.

T: — Or it will become your existence in a Twilight Zone?

A slight smile touched her transparent face when she continued.  MD: — Mister Sternberg1, who arrived to help, said that we have to act like prisoners of Alcatraz, like Burt Lancaster or Clint Eastwood did in roles of prisoners who attempted to escape from that inescapable prison2. They dug a hole in the wall. Every day they dug a little bit and stones crumbled, and so they started to make a way through the wall.

This was exactly what we did: piece by piece, crumble by crumble, we destroyed blackness around me, increasing that little spot of light in the bottom of my heart. The memory of my mother helped the most. I wanted to meet my mother. I saw her standing somewhere out there calling me, “Marlene, Marlene, Marlene Magdalene, where are you?” And answering her call, I shouted, “Mama, mama! I am here.” But my voice was smothered by blackness. It was thick as black granite. We crumbled this stone, crumbled it, and little by little the flow of light was broadening around me.

The guide trained me to apply the power of my thought for quickening the release in surrounding blackness. In order to replenish the stock of my energy, I had to forgive myself and others. In terms of earth time, it took years to invigorate my heart with completely numbed concerns over issues of humanity. It took time until I accumulated enough power of light to explode blackness and dissipate it out of me and my surrounding.

This is given to you to know about my struggles on the other side.

During my last 30 years on earth, I gave away my power to depression. After death, I took my power back. So, I gave it away and took it back. It was like a two way thing…

It was recorded in a year 2002. In 2014 Marlene added: “I stopped talking about my guides’ instructions how to proceed with making my way out of that balsamic prison. You lived in your lovely little house in Costa Mesa where we had such a great Christmas Eve. I sang Still Heilige Nacht, and you took it into heart recalling Christmas Eves at your home in Paide, a little Estonian town, when your father was with family, before the war broke and our people were practically eliminated from the face of the   earth.

I stopped talking to you as I could sense how far away it was from your possibility at that time to comprehend what I was talking about. My guides taught me how to crumble the materialization of depression that was accumulating during my 30-year long life behind the closed doors. My guides taught me to crumble the massive by… taking back my energy from that black stony massive.

Both people on earth and spirits in astral world can do it. It works. I am fine here, but still, I cannot love! Teach me how to love? How do you love?

T: Probably it was one of such questions that cannot be answered, because who knows what makes love to warm up some human hearts, or, suddenly, leave them to cool and sober up in loneliness.

Our conversation did not end here, Marlene continued discuss ways how to quicken cleansing of chakras and energy channels.

Prisoners of Fame. Interviewing Spirits of Marlene Dietrich, W.A. Mozart, Cary Grant, Bette Davis, Humphrey Bogart, Elvis Presley… by Tanika Palm

http://www.amazon.com/Prisoners-Fame-Interview-Dietrich-Presley/dp/149042766X/

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Tanika Palm is my pen name. I was an Estonian film critic. However, when Gorbachev’s perestroika started to fade, I found myself on a dangerous territory of national patriotic passions controlled, how to put it — by not too holy forces. I received threats in the form of anonymous and recorded phone calls, “First we’ll torture and kill your son in front of you and then — you, because we do not like traitors.” I did not try to find out whom I had betrayed. I sold my library and managed to slip out of the country, because its boarders were already shaking. In other words, I fled landing in New York with my adopted son. We had $15 between the two of us, and zero English on our lips, or rather – in brains? When on the plane I was asked. “Tea or coffee?” I answered “yes” and the stewardess and some people around had a good time witnessing my embarrassment. I was 55, and my English was zero.

In Los Angeles, Jews found me too Estonian, Estonian found me too Russian, and Russian saw me as a Jew. Still, I was a lucky one, because the elderly I took care of happened to be English speaking ladies: they made me listen to their life stories. On the fourth month or so, or a bit longer, I opened my mouth and made them listen to my stories!

In 1998, James Van Praagh, who at the time was not so famous as now, gave a great reading to Vladimir who was supposed to be murdered in Estonia. Today, Vladimir, an architect who got to the bachelor diploma keeping full time job, works for himself, raises his three kids and is the president of AIA’s San Fernando Valley Chapter. Most of it was predicted by James.  With me it went differently. James waited, but spirits did not oblige… However, on the next morning I heard spirits speaking in Estonian, Russian, and English. So, in a way, James Van Praagh, involuntarily, having no idea what for that reading was used, became my “godfather”!

I did not give readings to people considering my spoken English to be not fast or flexible enough for this kind of work! Instead, I penned some books about what I heard and learned from spirits.
I think, self-published at Create Space Prisoners of Fame: Interviewing Spirits of Marlene Dietrich, W.A. Mozart, Cary Grant, Bette Davis, Elvis Presley (2013) is worth attention, because spirits shared some new information about the condition of their chakras in afterlife. In following posts I will attempt to explain the significance of their revelations.  Book is available at

http://www.amazon.com/Prisoners-Fame-Interview-Dietrich-Presley/dp/149042766X

The Bible and Spirit Communication

Introduction. This is my first entry into my new blog.  My name is Tanika Palm,  I am a medium, I do readings to my friends and relatives. I also record spirit messages from the spirits who come to visit me in order to share  our interest in cleansing our chakras.  But I am going  ahead of myself.  Lately I published a collection of spirit messages “Prisoners of Fame.” The book was published by Create Space and is available on the Amazon. com.  it has  been reviewed by a Kirkus anonymous reviewer and by the  incredible English medium Robert Brown, known and loved both in Europe and  USA for outstandingly accurate  and intelligent readings and school of young mediums at his famous Bahama retreat.

In order to introduce my views on mediumship  I will post here my latest article

Sorry, this post is long,  the following posts will be short! 

Moses  Both English and Russian versions of my book “Prisoners of Fame. Interviewing Spirits of Marlene Dietrich, W.A. Mozart, Cary Grant, Bette Davis, Humphrey Bogart, Elvis Presley…,” a collection of spirit messages, have provoked different reactions. The Kirkus Review critic wrote: “A quirky, engaging read filled with insightful interviews with the spirits of disenchanted celebrities.”

However, a reader of the Russian electronic library http//www.koob.ru , a Nobody, as he called himself, wrote: “Мра-ко-бе-си-е. И точка”.—“Ob-scu-ran-tism. Period.” Added was, -“Truly amazing is the cool of a person who suffers from hallucinations to this degree, how comes?”

I am not the first or the last medium whose work has been put down with deep conviction that any law abiding citizen has an obligation to murder a medium’s reputation! We know that this sense of obligation stems from a Biblical line ordering to stone the mediums to death. The Old Testament Book of Leviticus says:

“Men and women among you who act as mediums or psychics must be put to death by stoning. They are guilty of a capital offense.” (NLT)  Leviticus 20:27

(This and following scripture quotations are taken from The Holy Bible, New International Version, © 1973, 1978, and 1984 by International Bible Society)

Mediums were made to share the fate of the lowest among the lowest at a time.  Same death sentence was deliberated to practitioners of sodomy and bestiality. In the latter case, both the humans and participating animals were to be put to death by throwing stones.

Old and new is entwined in this ancient book in most peculiar way. People of pagan faiths who sacrificed their children to Moloch, the ancient God of Ammonites, were also deemed to die via stoning. (Gehenna, a valley by Jerusalem, where apostate Israelites and followers of various Baalim and Canaanite gods, including Moloch, sacrificed their children by fire, was mentioned  in 2 Chr. 28:3, 33:6; Jer. 7:31, 19:2–6.

The rising monotheist religion dismissed the human sacrifices, the common ritual of pagan societies all over the world, the European pagan countries included. We all remember the story of Abraham. God interfered when Abraham was ready to land his knife into his son Isaac’s heart. God saved Isaac’s life and the law “Thou shalt not kill” entered the Ten Commandments. Probably, it was the first law forbidding to kill a slave. It meant that the value of slave’s life was equalized with the value of his master’s life. The ban of killing a slave was emphasized separately in Exodus 21:12. As a matter of fact, this ground breaking ban was at the heart of Monotheist religious revolution, the gift of Jews to humanity.

At the same time, next to its greatest achievement, the ban on murdering human being, we find the following lines:

“If a man lies with a woman having her sickness, and shall uncover her nakedness, he hath discovered her, and she hath uncovered the fountain of her blood, both of them shall be cut off from his people. (Leviticus 20, 2-18)

Thomas Cahill, the author of “The Gifts of the Jews. How a Tribe of Desert Nomads Changed the Way Everyone Thinks and Feels” says:

“Though the Bible is full of literature’s two great themes, love and death, it is also full of tedious ritual prescriptions and interminable battles. More than anything, because the Bible is the product of so many hands over so many ages, it is full of confusion for the modern reader who attempts to decode what it might be about.” Cited by “The Gifts of the Jews: Desert Nomads Changed the World with the Word” by Christopher Lehmann-Haupt, The New York Times on the web: Books of the Times, on March 16, 1998

Probably, the fanaticism of the old laws echoes the spirit of the historic environment where the transition from old to new took place. The new religion was taking off in the polytheist slaveholding society. Deprived from all rights slave could be sold, tortured, humiliated or murdered by his owner without any formal liability but the owner’s private consciousness. Of course, oftentimes the mindfulness did not bother slave holders, and the protest — destructive slave rebellions became part of daily life at that period in human history. Despite severe punishments, the slave rebels search for justice lasted eons.

800 years before Exodus, in faraway XIV century BC, the Egypt pharaoh Akhenaten made the One God religion the Egypt’s official religion. However, after his death the polytheism was restored and fate of supporters of Monotheism is unknown. Were they buried alive in pyramids as rebels and political opponents? The Egyptian nobility was not ready to accept monotheism, because it carried the potential of unheard humiliation. It equalized if not people than their souls: in the eyes of Almighty both master and slave became “God’s children” and automatically – “brothers and sisters”! To put it bluntly, the highborn  were not ready to become slaves’ “brothers and sisters.”

However, the idea of One God, the Almighty ruler of all people, continued to glow under the ashes attracting followers amidst enslaved people. Wikipedia articles about Judaism mention the ancient period of Monopatria, when One God, the stern and awe-inspiring, jealous and autocratic Heavenly Father was gaining absolute authority. His laws, commandments and will were ruling life of an enslaved nation before Moses accepted the enormous task of turning ONE GOD into the ONLY God of the Jews. It asked for isolation of enslaved Jews from their Egyptian pagan surrounding for 40 year-long Exodus, the search of The Promised Land, where the faith in One God would become the official religion of a free nation! In other words, Jews became “CHOSEN PEOPLE” by being elected to develop Monotheism, the tool for moving from slave holding society to the next step of development – the feudal society!

Of course, this is a simplified, and probably, not a scientific description of the growth of the spiritual consciousness, but it helps to understand why, the wrath of founder fathers’ of Judaism was focusing on mediums and spirit communication. In surrounding pagan world, the popularity of spirits counseling was unparalleled: it served the people in advanced slaveholding societies on daily bases.

The-Oracle-of-Delphi-Apollo-Talks-2       Historians say that the famous Oracle at Delphi (Python Temple of Apollo at Delphi) was the source of spirituality of entire Ancient Greek culture.  The spirit talk was facilitated by professional mediums who inhaled volcanic vapors in order to see and hear spirits more clearly. The Mount Vesuvius’  vapor near Napoli supported professional mediums, like Sibyl of Cumae, prophetess, described by Homer (Book 11, “Kingdom of the Dead), and mediums in Baia’s  Antrum of Initiation, mentioned by historian Ephorus Cyme 400-330 BC. He wrote “They live in underground houses, and it is through tunnels that they visit one another, back and forth, and also admit strangers to the oracle, which is situated far beneath the ground.”

In the 60s of the past century, Robert F. Paget, the author and the leader of excavations, found the lost entrance into the Antrum of Initiation or Great Antrum, the cavity of an underground structure in volcanic rock, the source of miraculous perception altering vapor, the temple of spirit communication in Baia, the ancient Roman resort near Napoli.

Robert F. Paget stressed the influence of both centers of spirit communication on European culture. The Wikipedia article “Virgil’s Cumaean Sybil” comments on Robert F. Paget’s corresponding notes:

“In the Aeneid, in the great Roman Epic by Virgil, there is a description of a journey to the Underworld that may or may not have a bearing on an understanding of the Antrum of Initiation. In Book IV, Aeneas, Virgil’s hero, led by the Sybil, or a Prophetess of Cumae, tours at the Land of the Dead. This Aeneid’s episode was the inspiration for the similar tour that Dante Alighieri took, with Virgil as his guide, in his Inferno.”

The Cumaean Sibyl is featured in the works of Virgil The Eclogues, The Aeneid, Ovid’s Metamorphoses, Petronius The Satiricon, and others. And, of course, the mysteries echo of Baia “dungeon”, as some authors called this underground “cavity”, did not end here. Over centuries, the mystery of communion with spirits has touched and inspired researchers, writers, poets and artists alike long after Baia “dungeon” stopped functioning as a spirit communication center in the Catholic Italy.

It seems that through centuries after centuries critics of Spiritualism are blindly guided by the letter of Leviticus Laws forgetting the reason why mediums were condemned by reformists of the heavenly authority. There was only one serious reason:  In pagan worlds the mediums’ popularity was so profound that in order to conquer it, the death penalty was declared for practicing the spirit talk for strengthening the authority of the ONE and the ONLY GOD of ancient Monopatria.

For reckoning the time when Monotheism emerged from the luxurious Egyptian society with its totalitarian cruelty, richness and sexual liberties, it may help to compare it with Lenin’s social “experiment.” The legend has it that Lenin considered Russia because of disastrous participating in WWI, returning home of armies of armed soldiers, civil unrests of hungry mob in Petersburg — the ideal country for staging a social experiment! And so the Russian revolution was born. November 7th 1917 Lenin, the leader of Bolsheviks, took over the power in that disintegrating country promising bring down paradise from heavens to earth, and land to peasants, now armed soldiers back from WWI front lines.

However, for some irrational reasons, these promises evoked, as in the past, the need to isolate the lucky ones from the rest of the world. For the starters, the churches were closed and turned into various warehouses; Russian nobility was erased from the face of the earth; the “iron curtain” and militant border with packs of trained Alsatians materialized out of the blue; ruble became nonconvertible; travel abroad was abolished, and ownership of no-matter-how-small amount of the international currency became a CRIME against the homeland worth severe punishment, a lengthy imprisonment. Trains after trains after trains were running across the Russian plains toward Siberian GULAGS, filling “re-educational” prison camps with millions of victims of Lenin’s experiment. The invisible energy clouds of unbearable pain and suffering, moral crises, humiliation, and hunger are still hanging over Russia delaying its healing and restoration.

In the ancient past, Jewish people recognized the authority of invisible heavenly powers abolishing human sacrifice and condemning killing humans in general. However, the ban of esoteric practices started to create problems for the authors of the Old Testament right from the start. Since times immemorial, any religion, as a go-between heaven and earth, gods and humans, was based on the spirit communication. Anthropologists believe that the cave drawings depict “reports” of shaman-type leaders’ about their out-of-body travels; their carved in stones stories served as ritualistic “icons” in initiation ceremonies. Prophets, clairvoyants, mediums, children, teenagers, and mere mortals have received help and seen light beings, angels, heard their voices, asked questions and received understood or misunderstood answers since times immemorial. Classical samples of spirit communication fill Bible from the first page to the last. An angel walked in front of Moses when he started the Exodus from Egypt; God spoke to Moses directly: “You shall have no other gods before me!” Exodus 20:3. In the New Testament, Jesus talked with spirits of Moses and Elijah in “Transfiguration,” Matthew 17: 3-13.

The bans of spiritual practices has led to the emergence of forbidden religions and secret societies all over the world in which esoteric practices of prophecy, channeling, magic, and alternative healing have been preserved and developed. To be more precise, if the secret societies refined the lives of people who belonged to the upper class, then the need in esotericism of the poor was satisfied by the lowest amidst lower – Gypsies and shaman-type “wise women” or “wise men” in every village in the world.

The ancient world of Jews was no different. Despite the ban, all Biblical Prophets, including Moses and Jesus (officially John the Baptist and Jesus are not seen as prophets, but I believe, in this article The Savior can be called Prophet as well)  and every prophet in between, practiced forbidden spirit communication intensely, oftentimes in its most extreme forms. The prophets were protected from the stern laws by declaration that messages were given by the only existing authority – ONE GOD. Today, it may cause difficulties to understand some Biblical messages.

Yelena Blavatsky points to the following example of a Lord given message:

“Make them linen undergarments as a covering for the body reaching from the waist to the thighs.” (Exodus, 28: 42). She commented, “God the flax spinner and tailor?”

The historians of Judaism have mentioned that the adherence to the letter of the law aiming to isolate Jews from Gentiles started divide Jews: ones who were law abiding, and the others who found laws to be too linear, rigid and strict.  In the name of God, prophet Ezekiel defends the sinners, “Do I take any pleasure in the death of the wicked? Declares the Sovereign Lord. Rather, am I not pleased when they turn from their ways and live?”(Ezekiel 18:23)

The death of the John the Baptist is wrapped into romantic flair. According to this popular story, John was beheaded at the request of the Jewish Queen Herodias and her daughter Salome, who charmed the king with her dance. The king pronounced, “Ask what you want?” And the ladies expressed their wish to have John’s head on a platter. Does a young and beautiful woman really need the head of a loud and hot man on a bloody platter? In other words, most likely, the story  how John the Baptist died masks the eternal conflict between the need for bigger freedom, truth and the crowd’s need for stability; prophets offered bigger freedom and priesthood granted stability! Death of John and Jesus reflected the same everlasting conflict of duality: searching for bigger freedom versus safeguarding stability?!

Something made me, a complete dilettante in history of religion, to reread the last verses of “Exodus,” what did happen to Moses upon his arrival to the Promised Land. And there it was what I was looking for! An anonymous Bible scribe put it there for us to decipher!  The difference of prophets and priesthood was outlined at the outset. Prophet Moses started and endured Exodus, but it was priest Aron, Moses’ “brother”, who arrived at the Promised Land! It is something to think about, isn’t it? The coda of the book of Exodus 40: 13-35 reads:

13 And thou shalt put upon Aaron the holy garments, and anoint him, and sanctify him, that he would be a priest to Me.

15 And thou shalt anoint them that they serve me as priests and their anointing to them for an everlasting priesthood throughout their generations. (…)

34 Then a cloud covered the tent of meeting, and the glory of the Lord filled the tabernacle.

35 And Moses was not able to enter the tent of meeting because the cloud abode thereon, and the glory of the Lord filled the tabernacle.

Since what time Prophet Moses was forbidden to speak to God? Nevertheless, in the sentence, “And Moses was not able to enter the tent of meeting” the Moses’ name appears the last time in the Exodus’ book. This was how Moses left the scenery of Exodus!

The Book Exodus is followed by The Book of Leviticus. It opens with the following short story: “And the Lord called to Moses and spoke to him from the Tent of Meeting, saying,

2 Speak unto the children of Israel, and say unto them, if any man of you bring an offering unto the Lord, if one of the cattle, bring your offering of the cattle and sheep.”

Why Moses did not enter the tabernacle and receives his cattle sorting order standing at the door? The entire scene sounds like a prelude to millenniums long hidden schism between the free thinkers and the law-guarding priesthood?

Regrettably, in Europe, the same conflict would ignite the Holy Inquisition’s bonfires in their fight for stability of Catholic Church. Time to time, the silent film The Passion of Joan of Arc (1928) by Danish genius Carl Theodor Dreyer can be seen on TMC – Turner Movie Classic channel. The film was staged from the transcript of Joan’s trial. Watch the faces of the priests who judge Joan! Dreyer made the eternal conflict between the Freedom Seeker and the collective power of mediocrity the center point of his movie. On its home turf, the crowd’s need for stability wins always, and Joan was burned at the stake.

Regrettably, both complexity of the subtle worlds and lack of proper knowledge have birthed many superstitions, negative speculations and criticism over the time. How to determine who or what speaks through a medium, a discarnate soul, or medium’s determination to squeeze some bucks out of grief? Do mediums convey messages from their subconscious mind or from spirits? Who is talking to a medium, a fallen angel, a mischievous spirit, or a Light Being? Are all so called Light Beings coming from the Divine Light? Is a given spirit a pure one, or an impure one? Does this particular spirit information come from clean or unclean channel? None of these questions can be answered by a so called “normal human being” with closed clear seeing-hearing-sensing channels.

As any common medium, I have met different spirits. The first ones were the spirits of the deceased relatives. Later came spirits of strangers — actors, writers, journalists and musicians whose messages were included into my book “Prisoners of Fame”*. Also, some random or wondering spirits have visited me. I remember a man, who took the liberty to leave the hospital without a permission hoping to be back before doctor’s morning visit. While crossing the street in rush, he did not notice a fast car… The next moment, instead of a familiar street in Tallinn, Estonia, he found himself wondering in the astral world. He said he was a chorister of the popular Estonian Male Choir, intensively booked and always on concert tours. Speaking in Estonian, he asked for help to be guided back home, “I miss them, I want to go home to my wife and children!” He was desperate and scared and couldn’t wrap his mind around the idea that he was dead. I met also deceiving spirits, pretenders. After a short but memorable visitation of Biblical Mary of Magdala with her unparalleled spirit message how Christianity emerged in Post-Jesus’ world, a number of deceiving and vulgar pretending spirits followed. Among them, one pretended to be no more, no less than God’s Mother, asking modestly not to kneel in front of her, and not to kiss her hands and feet.  Her fluent Russian language had slight Armenian accent. She listed a number of flaws in me that she was eager to correct…

One may ask how I, the medium, could tell, who was real and who was a pretender? In given case all I could count on was the feeling of what feels right and what feels suspicious. The genuine high rank spirits don’t come to judge or offend you. They come to tell you something special, or help you.

Amidst the spirits of so called “average” people (who can tell who is average, and who is not?) — there are many who seek the chance to serve and grow, and there are flocks of spirits who enjoy their afterlife free from money problems. And there are also individuals tortured by dependency on alcohol, overeating, cigarettes and narcotics. Instead of looking at spirit communication down from above, it would be way more useful to collect from the spirits the first hand knowledge about the devastating consequences  of carrying around clogged spirit channels and chakras, tons of thought forms of unreleased pain and guilt. I learned this, receiving spirit messages from celebrities who shared openly and honestly what was happening to them in afterlife. These messages are included into “Prisoners of Fame”, my book published in Create Space in 2013 in both languages, English and Russian.

The presumptuous attitude toward spirit communication has to change toward cooperation of mediums with representatives of many branches of medical science aiming to diminish pain and suffering on earth, and consequently, in heaven. In terms of savings, I guess, we are talking here about savings on medical bills in billions, if not trillions of dollars, because most deceases come from invisible to human eyes clogged energy channels. Lack of money, bad luck comes from the same – deficiency of cosmic energy that is not able to pass through the clogged energy channels and clogged grounding. However, before mediums can help to heal people, people have to heal their attitude toward spirits and learn more about the laws of subtle worlds, in general not known by people at all. Too often people pay mediums only for spirit messages which confirm what they want to hear, and reject the serious and useful messages. Sometimes it goes for mediums themselves.

On September 10th, 2001, the eve of “9/11,” a brief spirit message from Cary Grant spoke about the “bombings tomorrow morning in New York.” I had my doubts, did I got it right? Ironically, these are the people who fail to listen what they were told to. In most cases, people are not prepared to accept true messages. We are used to clinging to routine perception of reality “as we like it to be” or “as it was used to be” and predictions regarding instantaneous changes caused by earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, explosions, bombings, or by traveling disasters seem erroneous. And still judging the spirit messages and mediums by Leviticus recipe does not help either.

Maybe one more little thing is on the way of difficulties in perception of spirit communication phenomenon. I mean, too uncertain and bleak “beginning” of so called “modern Spiritualism” in a field where, as a matter of fact, there are no “beginnings”, because they are buried in the vastness of the prehistoric period of humanity. Most articles about spirit communication repeat telling us that the whole thing was started by Fox sisters in 1848 near New York, in Hydeswille.

On the very first page of History of Spiritualism its author, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote:

“Spiritualists were in the habit of taking March 31, 1848, as the start of all psychic things, because their own movement dates from that day. There was, however, been no time in the recorded history of the world when we do not find traces of preternatural interference and a tardy recognition of them from humanity.” Doyle continues: “The spirit influx of recent years was heralded by a number of incidents which might well be traced to the Middle Aged or beyond them.  Some terms must be fixed for the commencement of the narrative, and perhaps no better one can be found than the story of the great Swedish seer Emanuel Swedenborg, who has some claim to be the father of our new knowledge of supernal matters.”

The Fox Sisters, definitely lovely mediums,  lived on the land consecrated by Indian shamans long before New York was built, and, sure, these shamans talked to the spirits of their ancestors on daily bases. Long dead, they came to help the new generation of “white men’s” mediums in 19th and 20th centuries. They announced their specific names, like “White Feather” or “Red Bull” or “Black Elk” and did not claim recognition or awards, acting only as mediums’ guides. Their help was altruistic, they came to pass on their knowledge to the next generation of mediums and remind that the true age of spirit communication equals the age of humanity, because we are wired to know about the life of our immortal soul in the afterlife. The purpose of spirit communication is not limited to casting looks into future, rather speed up the growth of human consciousness and diminish suffering on earth and in afterlife.

1. The Holy Bible. New International Version, Colorado Springs, CO 80962, International Bible Society, 1984

2. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monotheism

3.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jewish_history

4.Doyle, Arthur Conan The History of Spiritualism Volume One & Two, New York Arno Press, 1975

5. Broad, William J. The Oracle. The Lost Secrets and Hidden Message of Ancient Delphi, New York, The Penguin Press, 2006

6. Temple, Robert Oracles of the Dead. Ancient Techniques for Predicting the Future Rochester, Vermont , Destiny Books, 2005

7. Smoley, Richard Forbidden Faith, The Gnostic Legacy From the Gospel to the Da Vinci Code, New York, HarperSanFrancisco, 2006

 

Palm, Tanika “Prisoners of Fame. Interviewing Spirits of Marlene Dietrich, W.A. Mozart, Cary Grant, Bette Davis, Humphrey Bogart, Elvis Presley…  Los Angeles, Create Space, Amazon Division, July, 2013

http://www.amazon.com/Prisoners-Fame-Interview-Dietrich-Presley/dp/149042766X/

Пальм, Таника Узники славы. Из послесмертия говорят Марлен Дитрих, Николай Гогол, Владимир Высоцкий, Элвис Пресли… ЛосАнджелес, Create Space, Amazon Division, Июль, 2014

http://www.amazon.com/Prisoners-Fame-Dietrich-Vladimir-Vysotsky/dp/0976453886