Anderson George P. - Life between heaven and earth: what you didnt know about the world hereafter and how it can help you

Whoever coined the phrase Theres nothing new under the sun has never encountered the souls of the world hereafter. Neither has that person likely benefited in any tangible way from the extraordinary point of view only the souls can provide. Every day that the sun rises, the souls have their hands and their hearts in our worldhelping to shape the circumstances of our lives, and showing us new and unique ways to understand both our world and theirs. After almost fifty years as a medium and a lifetime of listening to the souls speak of the vagaries of heaven and earth, I am still learning that when it comes to the world hereafter, there will always be something new under the sun.

This book is something a little different for us, and definitely something new in my communication with the world hereafter. Its the story of some of the more unique circumstances of living and dying on the earth, and how the souls are able to change our lives and experiences in a way that will bring about the best resolution of our life lessonseven in what may seem to be some rather impossible circumstances. This is a book about the souls at their most creative, their most ingenious, and their most caring at the critical time we find ourselves struggling to find a method to the madness of our lives. These stories help us to understand that no matter what happens, here or in the hereafter, there will be a way to move us through the doors of heaven and earth so that we may realize, complete, and conquer our spiritual journey.

This is the year Ive decided to come to a certain peace about two undeniable facts of my existence on the earth: I am a man of advancing age, and in my advancing age I have become my father. I catch myself saying, In my day and You kids have no idea as reflexive responses to something Im unfamiliar with or to which I cannot relate. Like computers. And cell phones. I am now, without any reservation, a man who can safely be categorized as from another generation, and Ive found that fighting it is a fools game. But with advancing age comes some wisdom. It took me a long time to understand why I inexplicably wake up at the crack of dawn and stare intensely at the rising sun, and why I stop in my tracks at the end of the day to watch the sun in its last brilliant minutes on our plane. At first I thought my stop, stand, and muse was a learned behaviormy father was famous in our family for doing exactly the same thing. But now that I am comfortably of a certain age, Im starting to realize that there is perhaps meaning to these actions. And that there are secrets unknown to us until they are revealed by the universe, secrets that teach us a thing or two about our world. So this man from another generation has come to a rather amazing understanding of life that perhaps cannot be seen by this generation of young, but restless eyes, or understood by the fresh, but occupied mind. It is a message both simple and profoundwe live the most when the light first illuminates our lives, and we learn the most in the moments of twilight as we cling to the last moments of fading light. Come heaven or earth, come life here or life hereafter, ours is a world lived entirely between two doors.

From a very young age, Ive been given an insight into the portals that exist between our world and the next from the souls who reached out to me after a childhood illness nearly took my life. At the age of six, after catching chicken pox, I quickly developed a nearly fatal case of encephalomyelitisa swelling of the brain. Though I did recover, I lost the use of my legs for about three months, and had to learn to crawl around the house when I wasnt remanded to my bed by my Irish Catholic mother, who believed to the day she passed that her unshakeable, unwavering faith kept me from dying. But what she didnt expect that unwavering faith to subsequently do was have part of my damaged brain overrepair itself to the point that it became a kind of shortwave radio, allowing the souls to communicate to me.

As I was learning to walk again, I started seeing images and hearing voices. Some came with a certain sense of familiarity about themrelativesbut mostly the voices and images belonged to people I did not know. The most frequent visitor who came to me was the figure of a woman I called Lilac Lady because of her lilac-colored robes, who I later came to understand was St. Joan of Arc. As a young girl in the thirteenth century, Jeanne dArc, as she was known, received visions from the Archangel Michael, and used her ability to communicate with the souls in order to help Charles VII and France win victory from English domination. But in spite of her divine journey, she was ultimately convicted of a variety of offenses by a French Bishop who still maintained English loyalty. She was ordered to be burned at the stake at the age of nineteen. Joan (and Im sure shell forgive my informality as weve been friends for some fifty-five years) was, like me, the youngest child in her family, and also like me, began hearing voices and seeing figures at a very young age. As I got older, however, I found out, just as she did, what kind of liability seeing and hearing the souls could be for someone so young. Like Joan, I was persecuted by those around me, and also thought to be insane. But I know that even after she helped save me from fatal illness, she again stepped in and helped save my life.

At about the same age that Joan met her death, I was being brought to the now defunct Pilgrim State Hospital, a psychiatric facility on Long Island, where the doctors diagnosed me with schizophrenia. It was only by the kindness of one doctor, and the encouragement and extraordinary influence of Joan, that I wasnt left to rot in that facility. In many ways, I believe Joan chose me as an ally and has remained a constant presence in my life because we share the same idealthat communication with the souls is