Ruth Montgomery - The World to Come: The Guides Long-Awaited Predictions for the Dawning Age

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TO MY DEAR FRIEND LEIZE PERLMUTTER, WHOSE HELP IS INESTIMABLE

INTRODUCTION

THE WORLD TO COME

Many changes have occurred since the last time that my faithful readers and I have met between the covers of a new book. Previously I had been bringing forth a book with the Guides at approximately one-year intervals, but there are good reasons why I have allowed over a dozen years to elapse since the last one, as I shall herein explain.

As many of you are aware, I was a syndicated Washington columnist writing on politics and world affairs at the time that I had my first encounters with the psychic world, in the 1960s. Twenty years earlier I had begun my Washington career by covering the White House press conferences of President Franklin D. Roosevelt, and I was the last president of Mrs. Roosevelts White House press conferences, dissolving the organization at the time of the presidents death. I had also been elected president of the Womens National Press Club (now merged with the National Press Club) and during the ensuing years had covered every national nominating convention and traveled with the presidential candidates on their campaigns. I had also traveled abroad to interview heads of states, and covered the State Department and Congress in their Washington activities.

Like most newspaper reporters, I had little awareness of psychic happenings, and no belief in them whatsoever. Then my sister-in-law, Rhoda Montgomery, insisted that my husband and I accompany her to a sance in St. Petersburg, Florida, and we reluctantly agreed. So many intriguing messages came through that I could not explain that I told my editor about it, and Kingsbury Smith, the president of International News Service (INS), asked me to write a series of articles on what happens to a female reporter who goes to sances. This sounded like a refreshing change of pace from going to the White House and Congress every day in pursuit of news, so I went to many darkened-room sances and apparently communicated with ghosts instead of politicians and diplomats.

My ensuing eight-part series ran in hundreds of newspapers throughout the country, and to our amazement it produced more response from readers than anything else that INS had ever published. As a doubter myself, I had not tried to sell the subject, and I carefully pointed out the incidences that to me seemed fraudulent, as well as those for which I could find no other explanation than otherworldly. Later I incorporated some of the material into a book called A Search for the Truth.

By that time I had met Arthur Ford, the noted medium who broke the Houdini code that the famous magician and his wife had created before his death, to see if whichever one passed on first could actually contact the other. While in a deep trance Ford succeeded in making contact with Houdini, and conveyed his spirit message to his wife through the code. Intrigued by this, I attended a speech that Ford delivered at a church in Washington, D.C., and afterward asked if I might interview him for my column. He acquiesced, offered a sance, and during it brought in my deceased father, who gave me evidential information that Ford himself could not have known. We became friends, and Ford subsequently declared he was receiving psychically that I would be able to do automatic writing. He explained that this meant receiving material written on paper from entities who were now in the spirit plane, and told me how to proceed.

Always keen for a new adventure, but exceedingly skeptical, I sat daily at the same hour at my desk and, after meditation and a silent prayer for protection, rested a pencil tip lightly on a sheet of paper. For days nothing happened, but on the tenth day the pencil began to write, and when later I opened my eyes I could read messages from deceased family members. Then one day it drew a lily, wrote the word Lily with a flourish, and announced that thereafter he would identify himself in that manner. Beautiful philosophy began to flow from the daily writing, and since then Lily has gathered together a group of discarnates who have dictated most of the material for my fifteen books. After his death Arthur Ford joined the writing group, and I now refer to them collectively as the Guides.

One morning I overslept, and noting that it was time for my daily session with the Guides, I reached for a pencil and pad and sat on the side of the bed while the writing began. But suddenly it was as if a giant hand had been placed over mine; it wrote so heavily and emphatically that I opened my eyes and read: WE SAID GO TO YOUR TYPEWRITER.

I then read the previous writing, which had explained that it was getting difficult to read the scrawl, because it was coming so fast, and that they felt they had now developed the power to type through me. I dutifully crossed the hall to my home office, sat at my typewriter, flicked on the power, and placed my fingers in touch-typing position. The clicking of the keys told me that writing was coming through, and from then on the messages flowed much more rapidly. And so it continued.

Upon completing A Search for the Truth, Lily announced that we would now do a book on reincarnation. I protested that I didnt even believe in it, but he calmly wrote that this was no problem. Just research it like you did the psychic field, he commented, and we will give you proof. I did so, and the resultant book was Here and Hereafter. This was when Arthur Ford died, and after joining the group he dictated fascinating material about continuing life in the spirit plane. That led to A World Beyond, and readers showered me with letters saying that it was the most comforting book they had ever read, removing all fear of death.

It was also quite influential, because it apparently gave prominent doctors the courage to write about the near-death experiences that some of their patients had recounted to them, in which they too described life in the spirit plane. The Guides declared that at death we do not go to a different sphere, but simply change our own vibrations. Those who have died are here, but we dont see them. An example is an electric fan; when it is turned on, we see the individual blades easily, but as the vibration speeds up we see through them.

In my next books The World Before, Strangers Among Us, and Threshold to Tomorrow, the Guides wrote about how the world began, and about Walk-ins, who, having advanced sufficiently in previous lifetimes, can return to the bodies of adults (instead of babies), exchanging places with souls who desperately want to depart, or who through illness or accidents cannot maintain the spark of life. But then they began to write about a shift of the Earth on its axis near the turn of this century, to which the famed seers Nostradamus and Edgar Cayce had also referred. This frightened some of my readers, who could not face the thought of so-called death and wanted to know how they could save themselves and their families. Some even panicked and moved to areas that they considered safer.

After Arthur Ford died and joined the group, we have written a number of books together. In them the Guides have made innumerable predictions, nearly all of which have already come to pass. Some of them have been specific, foretelling the outcome of presidential elections, the ousting of foreign leaders, and the adverse weather conditions that we are currently undergoing: flooding, earthquakes, drought, and famine. They have also foreseen the outcome of problems besetting some of my inquiring friends, and given me personal advice that proved unerringly correct.