Blake K. Healy - The Veil: A Window into the Spirit World

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The Veil

By Blake K. Healy

Copyright 2012 By Blake K. Healy

All rights reserved.

This book or parts thereof may not be reproduced in any form, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means - electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwise - without prior written permission of the author, except as provided by the United States of America copyright law.

International Standard Book Number:

978-0615697826 (The Veil)

eBook ISBN: 978-1-62347-176-7

First printing, September 2012

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For my wife, April

who has brought more freedom and love
to my life than I could have ever imagined

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Contents

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My first memory is seeing an angel. I was two years old, buckled into a car seat in the back of my parents minivan. My mother was in the drivers seat, chatting with the teller at a drive-through bank window. A small cluster of baseball-sized lights was drifting in the air above my mothers head. They swayed back and forth in time with the worship music that played on the radio, drifting like they were caught in an underwater current.

My second memory is seeing a demon. I was standing in my parents room, straining to listen to the conversation they were having in the kitchen upstairs. Though I couldnt understand the muffled words, the unhappy tone made it clear that they were in an argument. I stared upward, hoping that this would somehow make their voices come through more clearly. A face morphed out of the ceiling as I looked, seeping out of the drywall like an overheavy droplet of water.

Its skin was pale, with dull features apart from its dark eyes, sharp pointed teeth, and odd oblong head. The demon pulled free from the ceiling and drifted toward me, everything below its shoulders no more substantial than smoke. Not having much interest in what the flying ghoul was planning to do once it reached me, I turned and dove headlong into my parents bed and pulled myself under the blankets. After a few moments of silence, I worked up the courage to peek out from behind my quilted shield. It was gone.

Ive seen angels, demons, and other spiritual things for as long as I can remember. I see them whenever I have the mind to look and I see them with my eyes, much as I would see you if you were here sitting in front of me. When youre driving a car you can look through the windshield and pay attention to the scenery, the road, and other cars (which is probably what you ought to be doing), or you can look at the windshield itself and all the particles of dust, water spots, and even the glass. Seeing in the spirit is not all that different. You can focus on whats happening in the physical world, or you can focus on whats going on in the spirit world.

This writing, should it make it to shelves in its current state, represents the third attempt to put my experience and thoughts regarding the gift of seeing in the spirit on paper. Previous attempts were, perhaps, more indepth and thorough. In those versions I tried to carefully dissect each experience and gather scripture references to accompany every opinion. Noble as my efforts were, each attempt kept coming out overly dry and, frankly, boring. While this could easily be blamed on my inadequacy as a writer, I felt there was more to it than that. As hope for an effective but printable version of my life experience began to fade, God came and set me straight.

He said, Youre not trusting your readers, and I knew he was right.

With a newfound fervor to share my experience with the world, I set out to write what, I hope, is a clear window into a gift I believe everyone should experience for themselves. To accomplish this I removed most of the indepth analysis, kept the opinions to a minimum, and added more stories. There are clear questions that are left completely unanswered in this book. While that prospect used to worry me, I now feel that it is the only way for this to be not just a book about seeing in the spirit, but an invitation.

There are questions and ideas in this book that you will have to take to the Lord for an answer. That may seem frustrating in the moment, but it is in service of my ultimate goal for this book, which is to challenge its readers to dive into a deeper relationship with God.

I am not a theologian, I am not a scholar, I am not a Greek or Hebrew linguist, and I have never attended seminary. Fortunately, I am not trying to write to you as any of these things. My only aim is to share with you a portion of my life and let you decide what it means for yours.

With that said, there are a few simple guidelines that, I feel, will set you up to get the most out of this book:

1. Think

Im not going to tell you what to think or believe about the experiences chronicled here. Some thoughts and opinions are included where I have seen fit to do so, but for the most part Id like you to draw your own conclusions about these happenings. Dont worry. God wouldnt have given you such a spectacular brain unless he intended for you to put it to good use.

2. Look for good

The biggest risk Ive taken in approaching this subject in this way has been asking you as my readers to meet me halfway. In leaving room for you to draw your own conclusions about the things Ive seen, Ive also left room for you to draw completely incorrect and negative conclusions about what Ive written. Everything in this book is intended to reveal the glory of God. You may not agree with the conclusions Ive drawn from my experiences, or even the veracity of what Ive seen. This doesnt bother me as long as you come looking for good.

3. Talk to God

Everything we think and do should be done while in conversation with God. Anything we do outside the context of relationship with him is a complete waste of time. It is impossible to get anything of benefit out of this book (or any other, quite frankly) without an intimate relationship with your maker. He is much better at revealing Himself than I ever could be.

I realize that it is a little presumptuous to have a list of demands before starting a book, but these three requests are the biggest keys to getting the most out of it. Incidentally, they are also the best way to grow in a life of seeing in the spirit. While I do want this writing to be an impartation, what I want more is for it to be an open door to Gods kingdom.

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My hands had been sweaty all day. I dont consider myself a nervous person, but I had good reason today. I stood outside a small apartment, doing my best to think about how nice the weather was. It was a cool spring evening in Redding, California, and I was very near to completing my first year at the School of Supernatural Ministry at Bethel Church. In fact, I had just returned from my school mission trip, a big part of the final semester. Graduation was in just over a month, but that was the last thing on my mind as I approached the door.

It was impressive how many people they managed to cram into that tiny apartment, fifty or so by my best guess, and most of them were my fellow students. Upon returning from my mission trip to Mexico, I had asked one of my good friends if I could speak at her home group. Looking at all the cheerful faces scattered around the room, I was beginning to regret that decision with every inch of my being. I had spoken to larger crowds, several times larger, but never about this.

The home group started with a few acoustic worship songs. Most of my body was coated in a fine layer of sweat. I couldnt tell if this was because of the fifty mouths insistently filling the air with hot breath, or because I knew what was going to happen after worship was over.