There’s always one thing that really just can hardly be described. You have to be there, see it, feel it, be part of it to understand the full magic of it but I”ll try to explain.

The alchemical magic of aports. What is an aport? It is an object that is dematerialized from where it exists, and materialized somewhere else. You KNOW you’re having an exciting time when the aports start appearing during the séance. I have a special box at home where I keep all my aports. There are stones and gems, diamonds and emeralds, beads, and jade spheres, round small marble-like balls, scarabs and porcelain, small trinkets that look Egyptian, Mayan bird totems, silver hands - many many gifts from my guides and friends on the other side.

How do these things arrive? With the help of an alchemy expert on the other side and your own guide, the object – taken from where it currently exists whether that is in the past or present, this planet or another part of the universe – it is dematerialized and reformed inside the trumpet.  Clang clang clang - the object falls through the trumpet, hitting the sides of it on its way into your cupped hand. And OUCH – it is HOT ! It is reforming itself as it appears and arrives into this reality, and the molecular structure is vibrating, spinning, forming – and let me tell you – it is HOT. It cools as it sits in your hand, so you wait. Ever so carefully you inspect its shape with your fingers. What is it? What is the message within it? What meaning does it have for you? Where did it come from?

The first one I ever got from my guide fell into my hand. It was the shape of a triangle, rounded a bit on the one side, completely flat on the other. He said it was the shape of a metronome (I being a musician, understood).  The room was dark so I couldn’t see it, I could only know it by touch. As I felt my way around the sides of it I realized one tip was slightly rounded, rough actually, not the perfect point like the other two. I asked my guide if I’d damaged it by holding it too tight before it was fully formed. He said no. That it was intended to be that way. That it was an example to me about myself. He said he made it so it was NOT perfect, because I needed to let go of trying all the time to be perfect.

Another night months later the séance was particularly fun, highly energized. Plop, zing, ping, thud, – wow – what’s that? People began to laugh, giggle, get excited – the room was being showered by aports – raining down on us from above, hitting our heads, our shirts, our knees, our toes, the rug, the table…….dozens and dozens of aports raining in the room. When the séance was over and the lights came on, we all dove for the rug to find what was gifted to the group.

In another example – my friend Bill who introduced me to this group had loaned me a beautiful green aport that looked like a round marble-like emerald. I carried it with me and meditated with it for several weeks. It had a special energy about it and just by holding it I was able to have impressions and visions that I didn’t have without it. Those of you who have read my earlier blog posts know that I communicate with “John” on the other side. It happened that I lent this aport to John to use from time to time. It became a kind of spiritual link between us. After he passed I went to the church for a trumpet mediumship night. Hilda, the gatekeeper to David, called me into the cabinet that night. So I made my way to the curtain, sat down inside and waited. The trumpet flew from the center of the room, over the curtain and appeared in front of me. Hilda said – did you ever give John a green ball? Yes, I did, I said (knowing that NO ONE knew that but me). Well, Hilda said, he’s here and he wants to give you one back. And it’s white, and it represents his spiritual love for you. Clang clang down the trumpet fell a round ball into my open palm. In the pale porch light after the séance was over I opened my hand to see the white ball.  

I could tell you a dozen more stories of aports I got and what they meant, why they were given. But one that was important to the group in general is very special. There was one night, a most serious and intense healing night. We all felt a great presence in the room. It was unlike most nights. Something very different was happening. A voice spoke through the trumpet. I actually can’t remember what was said now so many years later. I just know it felt powerful, loving, wise. Then softly I heard Bill start to cry, then Leroy the minister started to cry. Others began to get emotional. And then a huge loud THUD on the rug. Then another THUD on the rug. Gosh what was that I wondered. Why are the guys crying? They had much more experience with these kinds of communications from the other side than I had at that time. Soon I was to find out that the Master Jesus had been the voice. And we know that because when the lights came on, the two aports that had made such a thud were actually huge ROCKS. You see, when the Master Jesus comes to speak, he always aports rocks from the Garden of Gethsemane.  Who was I to question. It felt right.

I hope to replace this link with the video itself, but need to upload it to YouTube first. In the meantime, here’s an interesting array of video interviews by a spiritual medium I think you will find interesting.  About Life on the Other Side.

A small light tight room behind the spiritualist church in Phoenix, Arizona. “David”, a trumpet medium, is about to start a séance.  (just for clarity here’s the definition:  meeting in which a spiritualist attempts to communicate with the spirits of the dead.)

There are 15 of us in the room, all sitting on folding chairs around 3 sides of the room. At the front of the room is a “cabinet”. The cabinet is actually a sectioned off area in which there are three chairs. One for the medium, and one for a  helper from the group. Often times it’s either the medium’s friend, or one of the church’s administrators. The third chair is there in case the medium invites each person in one at a time. This cabinet area is surrounded with a thick dark curtain from floor to ceiling.

The room light is dimmed to a small red light. Behind the curtain it is pitch black. In the middle of the room on the floor are several tall aluminum trumpets. A la Ben Hur style. These are collapsible, so they are easy to put in a suitcase and travel with.  Center is one empty chair.

After prayers and lots of spirited singing to raise the vibration, David goes into a trance and through his voice box you will hear his “gatekeeper” – a woman named Hilda greet you. Hilda’s role is to make sure that David’s body is safe and no unsatisfactory spirits/energies use it when he’s in trance. Hilda is humorous, sincere, and knows everyone’s name, in order of seating. This is particularly interesting as David will sometimes take his seat behind the curtain before everyone else is seated.

It it’s a healing session - Dr.  William Lang (a physician from England in the 20th C.) will speak.  One by one we rise from our seats and moved to the center of the circle to talk to Dr. Lang. He checks each person’s physical body and makes comments on what that person is deficient in. One night a woman named Beverly took the center chair. Dr. Lang went on and on about her potassium deficiency and urged her to commit to eating one banana a day. Beverly was NOT fond of bananas but said she would do that. 6 months later when David returned to Phoenix and we had another session, Beverly showed up on the healing night. When she took the center chair Dr. Lang said, “we’ve been watching you as you’ve been shopping and noticed that you bring a measure with you, to make sure you get the smallest banana !!! ”  Beverly streaked ! OMG, they’ve been watching me !!! We all roared. She was BUSTED !!!

For those of you who would like to know more about Dr. William Lang – please enjoy this added information about his healing work through George Chapman who did all the research to verify his true existence as a doctor in England, born  28 December 1852, died 1914.

On séance nights that were dedicated to speaking to guides, loved ones and ascended masters – the trumpet in the room would levitate and move to the person being addressed. The purpose of the trumpet is to amplify the voice of the departed. I know you are all wondering how the heck this thing flies around the room. Let me say to the sceptics right off, that before any session occurred it was practice for any and all sitters to check out the room, top to bottom, and even to frisk David. Nothing entered that room that could have been an aid to any kind of deception. Clean as a whistle !

So how does this thing fly? Simply, and it’s not simple by any means. Much has been written about it, and photography has documented the phenomenon. The mechanism is this. There is a substance called ectoplasm  – “ Spirit energy appearing in the form of a wispy white vapor, fog or mist containing swirls, contrails, or streaks.  Appears to the naked eye or later on developed film.”  The way it was described to me is that ectoplasm extends from the medium and from the sitters forming a voice box with which the spiritual being can manipulate and use to create sound we can hear. While sitting in the séance room it is quite apparent that a wispy white vapor or cloud is moving in front of your eyes. As well as flickering of small lights, almost as if there stars inside the room. 

I have seen this ectoplasm move  and gather in the room in that faint red light that makes it possible to see across the room to the people on the other side.  I have seen the trumpet in the air many times. And heard many entities speak through it. Every one a unique voice. These voices are clearly being amplified by the cone of the trumpet and could not be “thrown” from the person in trance. It is a strange and yet exciting phenomenon to watch and be part of. And the information is also specific to the person being addressed. 

 I’m inserting an image here taken quite a long time ago, when séance photography was very popular.  Most successfully accomplished with infra-red film.  It is my understanding that the ectoplasm can exit the medium’s body from any orifice but commonly comes from the solar plexus as in this image.  In the dim red light of the séance room I have never seen  it this obvious with my own eyes.

This introduction to trumpet mediumship is setting the stage to talk next time on more specifics of what can transpire in this kind of  setting. I will talk about aports and transfiguration in my next blog.

Because I want information from the other side and not from my Self, I look for the “spiritual medium” rather than the “psychic”. A lot of people don’t understand the difference. Basically it has to do with how the person receives the information that is given to you in the reading. Is the reader gleaning information from your aura, your body language, your energy, or is the reader getting it from someone who has passed on or a guide. In a nutshell, that’s the difference.

A great and helpful explanation of the two ways of receiving information is found in this Spiritualist Church Blog : http://www.stmatthewschristianspiritualistchurch.com/apps/blog/show/2679753-clairvoyance-psychicism-vs-mediumship-  Sandy Walford puts it much better than I could so I add this here for those of you that want to understand the real difference between the two.

In Sandy’s blog she goes into detail about the ways a spiritual medium picks up on information. As with you and I, we have our sensory strengths. I am visually dominent, and then auditory. As a piano player you’d think hearing would be first, but I realized years ago that I play by reading first, and use the hearing to doublecheck to make sure I read it right !  If you told me your name I’d never remember it, but if you hand me your business card and I see it, then I’ll always remember you.

A medium usually has one, two or all of these strengths:  

•  clairvoyance (clear-seeing) 
• clairaudience (the power to hear sounds said to exist beyond the reach of ordinary experience or capacity, as the voices of the dead)
• clairsentience (the ability of being able to feel or sense spiritual beings and subtle forms of energy)

When it comes to hearing those from the other side, my friend and amazing medium explained it this way to me. She said the sound comes in waves – like a sine wave with peaks and troughs. When the energy is high between herself, the soul on the other side and the one coming for the reading, the sound is always stronger. But also within that relay of words, at the top of the wave peak the sound is strongest, and at the bottom of that wave the sound is faintest or sometimes choppy like a bad cell phone call.  When she says “Give that to me again, darling” I know from experience a vital part of the communication has been lost in the dip of that wave and she is asking to hear it again to make sure she got it all.

A good clairaudient medium can hear the voice of the departed as it was when they were alive. It has the same pitch,  tone,  inflection and personality behind it as they had when they were here. 

A clairvoyant medium primarily gets information from souls presenting imagery to them. The imagery can be symbolic or quite literal. It’s up to you to do the interpretation and a good medium stays well away from telling you what it meant.

Sometimes when words and images can not be received satisfactorily by the medium, the soul on the other side will place a “feeling” on the medium to express what he/she is trying to get across.  I remember one winter I had a horrible upper chest cough. It was long and lingering, and I’d wake up in the middle of the night with a hacking fit that lasted for what seemed like hours. I had a reading shortly after that and “John” put a heavy heavy feeling on her chest and throat to the point where she started coughing, and she immediately recognized the point he was trying to make.

The one clear and easy way to know just what kind of information has been given you in your reading is to ask yourself this.  Did the information validate my hopes and dreams and expectations?  Did it confirm what I already knew and felt? If so, likely you got a psychic reading. If the information contained information about the life of the departed one – enough evidence so that you were completely clear about who you had there with you, AND the conversation that insued was unique to their personality, and your history together, then it was most likely a spiritual reading. I always know the difference by one thing and one thing only. What the person on the other side says. So often it relates not to ME at all, or any questions I have that I need help with, but it becomes a way for them to express their pain, their concerns, their life, their world. Afterall, they miss us and want to share their lives with us, as they did before.

Can you tell what I’m thinking all the time?
If I’m standing next to you I can read your thoughts like pictures on your forehead. But when I’m busy doing things and I’m not aware of you at that moment, then I don’t receive your thoughts. Thoughts that you put out to me are “collected” and when I’m not busy doing what I’m doing here, then I go to a central place and receive them.

That sounds a lot like getting email. Your messages are stored on a server until you download them into your computer and read them.
Yes, it’s kind of like that. You could think of it like your thoughts being letters and they are waiting for me in my mailbox here. I get everyone’s thoughts and love that way. And then when I have time I take care of them.

How do you communicate there to each other? How do you send messages to each other?
I put out a thought to the person I want to talk to and they get it immediately. Then they send their thought back to me. My father is here with  me but since I arrived I have only seen him in person twice because we’re  in different groups. So we communicate by thought projection.

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Here’s an example of how that thought projection works from there to here:

Feeling particularly lonely one night I fell asleep thinking of my friend. It was a starry night and I was living in the RV at the time.  Something woke me gently. It was the sensation of a single tear falling from the corner of my eye, making it’s way slowly down my cheek. I felt his presence in the space. Half asleep I reached up to wipe the tear away, to find my cheek was dry.  As I rolled over I said: OK, John, if that is you – make it happen again.  Another tear. Another dry cheek. I smiled. I wasn’t lonely anymore.

What do you do with you time over there?
I belong to two groups. One is a musical group, we study together, we perform together in the Hall of Music.  (the medium describes the sights and sounds of the hall – ” huge hall, marble everywhere, floor, arched rounded ceiling with a dome of diffuse light streaming in, parts of the room seem musty with stacks of rolled manuscripts, lots of intruments, some I’ve never seen before and don’t know what they are, people in all periods of clothing milling around”)

Do you give concerts there? 
No, not really like I did before. We work “together”, we learn from each other. No one is better than, or takes the stage, so to speak. It’s more sharing our ideas together and playing together.

What other group are you in?
It’s called the Earth Administrators group. We are studying thought projection now in an effort to send ideas, solutions, inventions out to anyone on the earth to help in her healing.

Are you sending them out to powerful people here?
Everyone is powerful. We are sending to anyone who is open to hearing.

First a little background is probably in order. Air Force brat. Lived all over the world. Music was my first love and my college degree. Met an amazing woman at 22 when taking post grad classes. She really opened my eyes to  the unseen world around us. I”d already rejected orthodox religion years before. She got  me started reading esoteric teachings and experiencing mediumship (specifically transfiguration and channelling) and understanding energy. After about 5 years I went back to school again,  immigrated to Canada, met my partner and in the next 14 years worked as a  freelance photographer, had a son, grew a garden, owned commercial salmon boats and health food stores -  the whole 9 yards. And studied Reiki, a Japanese healing art.

It was the Reiki that jarred open my intuition like an electric can opener.  Zip Zip, you now have insight.  And it began. Years of study with a dear friend, once a week at her house –  reading, doing past life regressions, reiki, channelling, deep relaxation therapy, automatic handwriting. Exploring - exploring – and more exploring the other states of consciousness.  The benefits of what I was learning, knowing, and absorbing had it’s burdens, too. One has to take off the rose colored glasses – one is forced to be real about what’s right for self. Consequence and coincidence are worthy topics of a blog all by themselves, so I won’t get into it here except to say – everything always turns out right and in my best interest and growth. That’s been my experience in hindsight. The short of it is- I chose my soul’s growth over traditional  family and security, and moved with my son to start a new life back in the States.

The spiritual intuition road that I said I followed, no matter what,  eventually led me to the truest of true love which was cut short with his accidental death. (again, not sure there are any accidents). The personal journey to that  point was filled with a million experiences  – all culminating in a  stronger connection to the spiritual world.  Two years after his passing I met a spiritual medium unlike any other I had worked with.  She can see  and hear those on the spirit side almost as well as she can see me sitting in the room with her. A wealth of information came forth from my friend on the other side and our conversations have continued for 11 years. He has told me what it’s like in his world, how he communicates with others, how he receives my thoughts, how he spends his time, what activities he is engaged in, and so much more about how the personality survives the loss of the physical body, as do the emotions. For the purposes of this blog I will call him “John”.

I have a thousand questons. How does this level of information transfer itself from a dead, no longer physical, person to a living person? What’s the mechanism? How can the medium give dates, names, personality, history, and perfectly express my loved one’s emotions?  It’s very weird at first. A real head scratcher. I have SO many questions. I’ve never gotten them all answered and the quest to understand is as powerful for me today as it was 40 years ago.

I hope to share some basic information about spiritual mediumship in this blog. I won’t touch on anything psychic  – that’s a different way of  “receiving” and deserves it’s own blog. Feel free to ask questions, and share your experiences here as well. And I’ll share some of what I’ve read, some of what I’ve experiences first hand.