Some of the messages heard by Instrumental Transcommunication researcher Hans Otto Konig and quoted in his autobiography Listen! New Discoveries about the Afterlife (2017/ coauthored by Anna Maria Wauters) are presented in this article. The messages offer metaphysical perspectives concerning life in the ascended realm of human existence. As an introduction to these passages, here are some of the comments of Hans about 'Who is calling?'
Who is sending the messages? An inevitable question!
"It is the Invisible World of Spirit," the researcher affirms, "with its multiple information fields. In some cases, through historical investigation, I could verify the identity of the sender. They were always people unknown to me, but who had actually lived on the Earth plane. In other cases, they were people I had known personally. Or they were people who knew the person who began making contact with me."
"Many messages often give the name they had during their lifetime on the Earth plane, very often first and surname. They assure the researcher that they are still alive despite their physical Death . . ."
The following ITC messages are presented in chronological order as they appear throughout the book, beginning in the Second Part.
"We must learn to speak here."
"Have understanding of the difficulty of the communication with us."
"Contact with the Afterlife."
"Listen: We want to say to the humans. We know all your thoughts. All your thoughts are known to us."
"We will communicate to you all terms and definitions according to your comprehension."
"The dead speak; it's us."
"Do you hear me Otto; do you hear Josef Konig?" [the father of Hans]
"We have great concern with what is happening on your Earth."
"We know that extraterrestrial life will come to get in touch with you."
"Does a face really exist or a face may be an accumulation of infinite masks."
"Everything you learn here, you can use in the afterlife. Nothing is lost to you."
"The Earth shall now be placed in a new state of consciousness."
"Its power of consciousness will be raised."
"Listen!"
[To the researcher's question "What is the third level?" came the reply:]
"Where humans and animals live peacefully together."
"Listen: death does not exist; everything is designed for eternity."
(H.O. Konig: "Since what time have you been linked to me?")
"I have been with you since your birth."
"Everyone must understand that here you play a supporting role, going infinitely far beyond earthly life."
"We are all a unity of life, even animals and plants."
"Love is life forever."
"Listen: The knowledge will be decisive, in what life plane you will be incarnate."
"A beautiful, supernatural world it is, in what we are living."
From Mark Russell Bell:
I've never taken the time to minutely describe my 'paranormal' experiences of recent years because I'm familiar with how difficult to accept many people find things like this. I'll state at this time that the amount of 'synchronicity' in my daily life is probably beyond anyone's conception of what is possible (as earlier in my life it would have been beyond mine). My recognition of this phenomena developed with the strange initiation chronicled in the case study book about the life-changing revelations I experienced: Testament (1997). I can definitively testify that for me 'God' makes Their Presence known every day. The main challenge that I've faced as a metaphysical author is that people project their own beliefs into what information I present instead of concentrating on discerning what is new that can be learned. Concerning the subject of 'synchronicity,' suddenly this past week I'd begun noticing a plethora of death symbols manifesting around me so my expectation became that I could possibly soon be finding myself in the Afterlife.
Last June 2017, I experienced a health crisis after contracting two viruses in a matter of several months. The second virus brought a widespread rash, which sent me to my doctor who prescribed an antibiotic. Days later I awoke during the night with bodily discomfort that was so pronounced that dying seemed a distinct possibility. An incident that occurred shortly before my illness is that one afternoon as I went into the bathroom a small hand mirror suddenly toppled from atop the cabinet and broke. (As a result of this occurrence and some others, in my case I don't give much credence to any strictly literal interpretation of the channeled perspectives relating to disease that I've studied.) For several weeks after my health crisis, there was so much gas coming up out of me with internal bloating that hemorrhaging while sleeping became a constant fear. At night I needed to continuously change sleeping positions or else the discomfort would increase and there were occasions when I found it necessary to sleep in a sitting position on a chair. Researching my symptoms experienced during the crisis, I conducted an Internet search and found the closest matches were diverticulosis and sciatica (simultaneously) although the ultrasound, intravenous CAT scan and colonoscopy testing produced no obvious indications of the precise cause for my condition. Ever since then, the level of discomfort has fluctuated but it has never returned to being as bad as it was at the onset. By the end of July I'd lost more than 20 pounds after only having missed a few meals. I wasn't overweight before, having maintained an average weight of 185 for the preceding two decades. My current weight is 165. Having promptly been placed on the Low FODMAP Diet was beneficial. Following some unsuccessful attempts to bring back some other foods into my diet, I'm not currently able to plan a new attempt. In particular, almost all processed foods have been problematic for me. This past Wednesday, I became extremely nauseated while eating my usual foods at lunch and therefore called my medical office to make an appointment. A Friday afternoon visit was scheduled. This was when the upsetting synchronicity seemed to become more pronounced. For example, on Friday morning I was driving to work and decided to change the channel from the classical station to a pop music station. The Song that came on was "Pictures of You" by The Cure with the lyrics "Crying for the death of your heart." Soon after that—thank God—it was consoling to see on the car in front of me a Jesus fish symbol along with a bumper sticker showing a depiction of Jesus.
At the office of my medical care provider, I met with a new doctor who actually discussed my situation in a coherent fashion, unlike all the previous doctors I've consulted. Kenny is a young 'physician assistant' yet he actually listened to what I had to say and carefully took notes. We're waiting for test results. I was at the office for two hours. A previous uncertain diagnosis is 'IBS' (irritable bowel syndrome) which is a disease that doctors seem to only vaguely understand. I asked Kenny what diagnosis he would make and he replied 'generalized anxiety disorder,' which is something I hadn't heard of before. Posing a conundrum, it's obvious that a lot of my present anxiety is from having a long-term illness after being in good health with no major surgery all my life (and prior to turning 60). It's difficult for me to evaluate the 'generalized anxiety disorder' diagnosis but considering the 'physical signs' mentioned at the Mayo Clinic website, the one that applies to me is IBS. On the way home from the medical appointment I began declaring aloud that I will no longer feel anxiety for the problems of the world around me. I'm bewildered about how some part of myself could be internalizing my fears, anxieties and concerns for troubling conditions throughout society. Any personal notions of 'happiness' and 'joy' were relinquished years ago; however, when one becomes ill, one realizes just how many blessings in life one has taken for granted. I can honestly say that I like my life and wouldn't trade places with anyone else. I've always been honest with readers about the strange lessons manifesting in my life and my health predicament over the last year has been perhaps the most difficult sequence of events that I've experienced.
On Saturday while doing my grocery shopping the death synchronicity was again noticeable with songs on the pop music station being Kelly Clarkson with "Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You)" and Wings with "Live and Let Die." There was a previous brief interlude of a flurry of death imagery for me back in September just after my first gastroenterologist prescribed two more weeks of a potent antiobiotic, which I didn't think was a good idea to use anyway although I desperately wanted to feel better.
Today my Sunday schedule also required a short drive and I ended up making precise notes about manifesting 'synchronicity.' I turned on the radio with the channel selection still being KRTH and the song playing was the one that is definitely my No. 1 regularly heard song since I started thinking about such matters in 1995: "Don't You (Forget About Me)" by Simple Minds. I changed the channel to KLOS and was shocked to hear playing the George Harrison song "All Things Must Pass." Commercials then started (which I never listen to) so I changed the channel and the song was another familiar song: "Hotel California" by the Eagles (which is actually the subject of a previous blog article). Keeping a lookout for traffic symbols, I saw at different times three number sequences on license plates that for many years I've been interpreted as each offering coded instructions from my unseen omnipresent 'editor' regarding how to improve the latest blog article: one sequence meaning 'take something out' and another meaning 'clarify something.' (I believe I found and made the appropriate revisions.) Today I'd planned to begin rereading the book The Magic Staff (1867) by Andrew Jackson Davis; however, I realized I was in no state to read anything. In fact, I found myself becoming extremely angry and confused. After all, I'm only human. Well, I've already run the gamut of emotions this bizarre week so I soon became calmer as obviously whatever is happening is something beyond my control. All day today, I've been in no condition to talk with anyone. Upon beginning the drive home, I first decided to leave the radio off but then changed my mind. On the selected channel, the Rick Springfield song "Jessie's Girl" was playing and never have I been so happy to hear such a stupid song. The station selected is one that doesn't have DJs and instead plays prerecorded funny comments between songs. I wasn't closely listening until the wry comment being said ended with the words " . . . you're one day closer to your death." Then began the song "Rock You Like a Hurricane" by Scorpion (something unlistenable) so I changed the station to KOST and heard "It Must Have Been Love" by Roxette. Then the female radio DJ began talking about Karen Sharpe and her nightly "Love Songs" show and I was astonished to learn that she's still on the air because I well remember that the only song dedication ever made by me was on her show in the autumn of 1999. And now I'm reflecting about what an historically unprecedented 'pop culture' society we've all been experiencing for such a long time.
I plan to investigate therapeutic techniques for reducing anxiety and have been reminding myself about all the wonderful things that have happened to me throughout my life. As long as I'm alive and in good health, I'll be publishing new articles to help others expand their spiritual and metaphysical awareness.
Last June 2017, I experienced a health crisis after contracting two viruses in a matter of several months. The second virus brought a widespread rash, which sent me to my doctor who prescribed an antibiotic. Days later I awoke during the night with bodily discomfort that was so pronounced that dying seemed a distinct possibility. An incident that occurred shortly before my illness is that one afternoon as I went into the bathroom a small hand mirror suddenly toppled from atop the cabinet and broke. (As a result of this occurrence and some others, in my case I don't give much credence to any strictly literal interpretation of the channeled perspectives relating to disease that I've studied.) For several weeks after my health crisis, there was so much gas coming up out of me with internal bloating that hemorrhaging while sleeping became a constant fear. At night I needed to continuously change sleeping positions or else the discomfort would increase and there were occasions when I found it necessary to sleep in a sitting position on a chair. Researching my symptoms experienced during the crisis, I conducted an Internet search and found the closest matches were diverticulosis and sciatica (simultaneously) although the ultrasound, intravenous CAT scan and colonoscopy testing produced no obvious indications of the precise cause for my condition. Ever since then, the level of discomfort has fluctuated but it has never returned to being as bad as it was at the onset. By the end of July I'd lost more than 20 pounds after only having missed a few meals. I wasn't overweight before, having maintained an average weight of 185 for the preceding two decades. My current weight is 165. Having promptly been placed on the Low FODMAP Diet was beneficial. Following some unsuccessful attempts to bring back some other foods into my diet, I'm not currently able to plan a new attempt. In particular, almost all processed foods have been problematic for me. This past Wednesday, I became extremely nauseated while eating my usual foods at lunch and therefore called my medical office to make an appointment. A Friday afternoon visit was scheduled. This was when the upsetting synchronicity seemed to become more pronounced. For example, on Friday morning I was driving to work and decided to change the channel from the classical station to a pop music station. The Song that came on was "Pictures of You" by The Cure with the lyrics "Crying for the death of your heart." Soon after that—thank God—it was consoling to see on the car in front of me a Jesus fish symbol along with a bumper sticker showing a depiction of Jesus.
At the office of my medical care provider, I met with a new doctor who actually discussed my situation in a coherent fashion, unlike all the previous doctors I've consulted. Kenny is a young 'physician assistant' yet he actually listened to what I had to say and carefully took notes. We're waiting for test results. I was at the office for two hours. A previous uncertain diagnosis is 'IBS' (irritable bowel syndrome) which is a disease that doctors seem to only vaguely understand. I asked Kenny what diagnosis he would make and he replied 'generalized anxiety disorder,' which is something I hadn't heard of before. Posing a conundrum, it's obvious that a lot of my present anxiety is from having a long-term illness after being in good health with no major surgery all my life (and prior to turning 60). It's difficult for me to evaluate the 'generalized anxiety disorder' diagnosis but considering the 'physical signs' mentioned at the Mayo Clinic website, the one that applies to me is IBS. On the way home from the medical appointment I began declaring aloud that I will no longer feel anxiety for the problems of the world around me. I'm bewildered about how some part of myself could be internalizing my fears, anxieties and concerns for troubling conditions throughout society. Any personal notions of 'happiness' and 'joy' were relinquished years ago; however, when one becomes ill, one realizes just how many blessings in life one has taken for granted. I can honestly say that I like my life and wouldn't trade places with anyone else. I've always been honest with readers about the strange lessons manifesting in my life and my health predicament over the last year has been perhaps the most difficult sequence of events that I've experienced.
On Saturday while doing my grocery shopping the death synchronicity was again noticeable with songs on the pop music station being Kelly Clarkson with "Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You)" and Wings with "Live and Let Die." There was a previous brief interlude of a flurry of death imagery for me back in September just after my first gastroenterologist prescribed two more weeks of a potent antiobiotic, which I didn't think was a good idea to use anyway although I desperately wanted to feel better.
Today my Sunday schedule also required a short drive and I ended up making precise notes about manifesting 'synchronicity.' I turned on the radio with the channel selection still being KRTH and the song playing was the one that is definitely my No. 1 regularly heard song since I started thinking about such matters in 1995: "Don't You (Forget About Me)" by Simple Minds. I changed the channel to KLOS and was shocked to hear playing the George Harrison song "All Things Must Pass." Commercials then started (which I never listen to) so I changed the channel and the song was another familiar song: "Hotel California" by the Eagles (which is actually the subject of a previous blog article). Keeping a lookout for traffic symbols, I saw at different times three number sequences on license plates that for many years I've been interpreted as each offering coded instructions from my unseen omnipresent 'editor' regarding how to improve the latest blog article: one sequence meaning 'take something out' and another meaning 'clarify something.' (I believe I found and made the appropriate revisions.) Today I'd planned to begin rereading the book The Magic Staff (1867) by Andrew Jackson Davis; however, I realized I was in no state to read anything. In fact, I found myself becoming extremely angry and confused. After all, I'm only human. Well, I've already run the gamut of emotions this bizarre week so I soon became calmer as obviously whatever is happening is something beyond my control. All day today, I've been in no condition to talk with anyone. Upon beginning the drive home, I first decided to leave the radio off but then changed my mind. On the selected channel, the Rick Springfield song "Jessie's Girl" was playing and never have I been so happy to hear such a stupid song. The station selected is one that doesn't have DJs and instead plays prerecorded funny comments between songs. I wasn't closely listening until the wry comment being said ended with the words " . . . you're one day closer to your death." Then began the song "Rock You Like a Hurricane" by Scorpion (something unlistenable) so I changed the station to KOST and heard "It Must Have Been Love" by Roxette. Then the female radio DJ began talking about Karen Sharpe and her nightly "Love Songs" show and I was astonished to learn that she's still on the air because I well remember that the only song dedication ever made by me was on her show in the autumn of 1999. And now I'm reflecting about what an historically unprecedented 'pop culture' society we've all been experiencing for such a long time.
I plan to investigate therapeutic techniques for reducing anxiety and have been reminding myself about all the wonderful things that have happened to me throughout my life. As long as I'm alive and in good health, I'll be publishing new articles to help others expand their spiritual and metaphysical awareness.
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