In a message coming through Hazel Courteney from Princess Diana a year or two after her death, she stated there were thousands of realities behind our world, in the world of spirit. What she had to say about earthbounds was similar to what we are finding in Caroline Larsen's report from eighty years earlier. Diana said that those who only lived for material wealth and power found it very difficult to move into the light. They lived close to the earth plane, not wanting to leave their possessions and status. Others were bound by a sense of guilt, wanting to make amends especially if they committed suicide. Rescue medims on earth, or helpers from the other side do try to assist them to move on. Princess Diana's experience on the other side, as related to Hazel Courteney, can be found in her three books, Divine Intervention, The Evidence for the Sixth Sense and Countdown to Coherence. Lynn Taylor has also kindly forwarded two links to websites where more accounts of contact with the World of Spirit can be found:- http://www.nderf.org
Now, here are some more accounts of earthbounds from Caroline Larsen, in "My Travels in the Spirit World."
Mr. R., a young spirit who on earth had been a well-known actor, seemed perfectly happy and blissfully ignorant of having passed over. He was dressed in a fashionable greyish sack suit with the same fastidious care which characterized his costume in earth life. As he came towards me he began an elegantly exuberant tango, waving what appeared to be a heautiful flower in his hand. This he had evidently picked as he thought from his own estate. As he danced past me he looked me full in the face and lavished upon me a most delightful smile. Turning I watched him disappear in the distance in great haste. Wondering to what destination he was heading at that speed, I decided out of curiosity to follow him. Presently we were in New York City and straight forward he went to a well-known night cafe which nhe had frequented when in the flesh. Entering, he placed himself at a table, crossed his legs and nonchalantly began a survey of the gurests present while at the same time he endeavoured to attract the attention of one of the waiters. There were present a good many mortal guests and quite a few spirits, some of them seated at tables. A couple of them were standing behind the chairs of some mortals resting their elbows on their shoulders. And one woman spirit had perched herself on to of the piano. I had taken a seat in a corner where I could better observe Mr. R., who kept turning his head, eyeing everybody, and still waiting to be served. Having satisfied my curiosity I now rose to depart when suddenly Mr. R. caught sight of me. Evidently my looks must have pleased him, for with a smiling face he came rushing over to me and in a boyish enthusiasm he quickly enfolded me in his arms. Just as indignant at such an impertinence as I would have been in the flesh, I tore myself free and hastily left the place.
Highly significant was the following encounter with a spirit who found life in the spirit world entirely different from what she had expected. I had been well acquainted with Miss W. I had liked her very much and felt much grieved at hearing of her death. On one of my astral journeys some time after her decease I was drawn by a strange power towards the house where she had lived. I entered it, passed up the stairway and went into the room that had been her bedroom. There reclining on a couch I found my former friend. She gave me a recognizing glance but otherwise she evidenced no sign of animation. It did not take me long to discover that she was in a fearfully depressed and dejected mood. Filled with much sympathy for her, I advanced to her side and placing my arm around her should, I inquired concerning the cause of her troubles. At this she broke down entirely. Dropping her head on my shoulder she gave herself up to bitter grief. After a while she slowly gained control of herself and in a halting manner she began to relate to me that she had just come to the realization that she had jpassed out of earth life. With this came the shocking discovery that life in Spirit World was not at all what she had expected or what she believed it would be. Furthermore through knowledge already gained by experience and from information voluinteered by more developed spirits from whom she had inqired she found herself ill-prepared to tackle the problem of that life. She discovered that she was almost totally lacking in the development of those very qualities needed for advancement. She found herself all alone, facing a life of stern realities where everyone carries outside oneself, in full view, the evidence of his or her spiritual qualities and exact state of developemnt in the colour emanated. To add to her distress, she now could see that all her friends of earth life had been false. Not a kind thought from them had followed her and in her bitterness she blamed them to an extent for her sad predicament. "I hate them all !" she exclaimed, for she had a great many friends and had been very popular. "With their false and lying flattery they helped to mislead me."
Not knowing just what to do to be of help to her, I exclaimed impulsively, "Well ! W. dont you know how much your mother loves you and how much she grieves for you?" "Yes," she replied wearily, "she is not to be blamed for this. But - what of all the others?" And then she relapsed into her former silence and gloom. With no further response from her I kept on talking, advising her as best I could. I told her that by setting herself right and by study and by hard work she could develop herself and thus she would eventually succeed and be happy. However, my advice did not seem to be of any avail. But my friend seemed to be benefitted by the sympathy I had shown - a sympathy she knew to be genuine. Rising from the couch she jplaced her head on my shoulder and I threw my arm around her waist as if to support her. In this manner we slowly descended the stair way, left the house and soon we parted, she seemingly as despondent as when I first found her.
The length of time which some spirits spend on earth was effectively demonstrated to me by the following rather humorous
episode: I was visiting in New York City, and one night just as I was on the point of going to sleep I became conscious of a strange sensation. It seemed as if some one was fingering my hairor, rather, as if an electric apparatus giving off a slight current was being moved all over my scalp. I quickly fell into the condition usual to me when I was about to leave my physical body and immediately I stood on the floor beside it. To my great surprise I saw the whole room filled with Indian spirits, all dressed in their customary garb of two or three hundred years ago. They had been attempting to scalp me, according to their usual custom. Now in the astral, on the same footing with them, I took advantage of my superiortiy over them spiritually to order them to leave the room as quickly as possible. They obeyed instantly. In a helter-skelter fashion they timbled out of the room and building gesticulating vigorously while they angrily swore and cursed at the Whate Man. They talked rapidly in their own dialects, but I understood perfectly what they said because as soon as one is in the astral one becomes a linguist. One understands perfectly any language spoken on earth. Curious to know where all those Indians would go, I followed them. The way led down town and into the centre of what is now called :the "roraring forties." There, into the basement of one of the theatres, they all went. I stepped into the place. It was packed with these spirits squatting or laying on the floor or standing up, all excitedly taking part in what I assumed to be a war council. On the walls of the basement of this theatre, in the men's smoking room, are depicted scenes of Indians and early settlers of Manhattan, conferring and dealing with each other. I learned later that the site of the theatre I have mentioned marked the spot where an early Indian tribe had pitched their camp. These Indian spirits had haunted the earth now for almost three hundred years and they believed even yet that they were still in earth life and that they were ill-used by the White Man. That is what I understood from their conversation. They were angry because the pale-face had taken every bit of Manhattan away from them. Frantic in their wrath, they started out regularly to scalp somebody. So if the patrons of this theatre should at any time feel a queer sensation in their hair, they will know the reason.
Now let me tell you of one of the strangest incidents in all my astral wandering on earth. One of the recent Presidents had died [probably Theodore Roosevelt who died in 1919, or possibly Woodrow Wilson, who died in 1924]. The whole country had taken a special interest in all the news jpertaining to his death and funeral. This aroused in me a strong desire to know how he might feel in the spirit body. So upon the first occasion when I lefdt my physical body, I headed straight for the White House. Instead of immediately finding the spirit of the recently deceased President, as I had expected, to my surprise I came across the spirit of a President who had departed this life more than a hundred years ago (this must have been George Washington himself, the first President(1789-1797), who died in 1799. The other early Presidents all lived on until the 1820s or '30s]
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