An Answer to a Vital Question
By Barbara A. Derrick, PhD
Edgar Cayce was once asked whether it was possible to obtain information from the same Source that was available to him. His answer was simple and direct: “On any subject whether you are digging for worms or playing a concerto!” (1861-12)
It worked for me, in an unexpected way.
Once I had worked for months writing a story I knew was exceptional. Well researched, this story about the “Eye Bank” was prepared out of a spirit of service, but the publishers didn’t see the value I knew was present. After a number of rejection slips, I finally tucked the story in my vertical file and “forgot” about it.
Off and on, I thought about the story. The quality of research, writing, and presentation was excellent. Why wouldn’t it sell? Sixteen months later, I awoke one morning with instructions which came to me in a hypnogogic state (the twilight time between sleep and wakefulness): “Send the story to Guideposts.”
The message didn’t make any sense. I had already sent the story to Guideposts several months earlier, and Guideposts had turned it down. Still, the message was so strong that I decided to send the story anyway, hoping the editor who had rejected it before would not blister me in a return letter.
Once the decision was made to send the story, I dismissed my concern. Many times before, I had received instructions in the hypnogogic state, and no matter how illogical they were, these instructions usually had some positive benefit.
Several weeks later the article was returned, but this time with the manuscript there was an accompanying letter. A new editor’s signature was at the bottom of the page. The letter related how much he liked the story, complimenting me on the writing and research. Then, he dropped his bomb: “It just wasn’t right for Guideposts.” My heart sank. Another rejection. But, in the last paragraph he went on to say that this story appeared to him to be well suited to a magazine published by the AMA entitled Today’s Health. The story was so exceptional, he continued, that he would strongly recommend that I send it to the editor immediately.
To have an editor of one publication suggest another by name is highly unusual. The information about this magazine was new to me.
I sent the story to Today’s Health and immediately by return mail, I received an acceptance. I would never have thought of Today’s Health without some outside help.
My hope was that the story would be of service and as a result of the story’s appearance several people might become organ donors for their eyes to be used by others after their deaths.
I found that Edgar Cayce’s statement was true: It was possible to obtain needed information “On any subject whether you are digging for worms or playing a concerto!” (1861-12)
Barbara Derrick, PhD, a researcher, lecturer and writer on Edgar Cayce, is a counselor, family therapist, and mental health specialist who has successfully used a protocol suggested by Edgar Cayce to enhance and improve the lives of Alzheimer's patients. She has presented at the Edgar Cayce Health Symposium at Virginia Beach and her articles have appeared in Venture Inward magazine, available exclusively to Members by mail or online at
For Our Soldiers
By Gail Sines
I’m a veteran. I spent 30 years serving in the United States Navy, retiring in August of 2003. I served in times of conflict, not war. We don’t call it war anymore. I served on four ships and was in the arena during Desert Shield/Storm, which I am sure was nothing like serving in World War II, Korea, Vietnam, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, or Afghanistan. Regardless, there were times when I experienced fear by just being on a ship in a dangerous atmosphere. I prayed a lot.
My father served in World War II as an engineer in the United States Merchant Marine Service. He served on transport ships that were mostly without protection of their own or of other ships or aircraft. I know that he was afraid, at times, because he told me. He hated going below decks into the engine room knowing his fate was sealed if they suffered an enemy attack. He prayed a lot.
Prior to the end of WW II, in November 1944, Thomas Sugrue (the author of the Edgar Cayce biography There Is a River wrote a letter to Edgar Cayce that was published in the A.R.E. bulletin. I rediscovered this letter while doing research for my Egypt group. It is as relevant today as it was then. We are still “in conflict,” if not war, around the globe. Everyone either has or knows a brother, sister, father, mother, son, daughter, relative, friend, or neighbor serving in defense of our country. Pray for them.
Dear Boss [Edgar Cayce]:
It is a week today since we sat with the radio turned on all through the morning and afternoon and night, hearing the first news of the invasion. Between the brief, tantalizing bulletins, that said so little and suggested so much, we prayed that not too many would have to be killed, not too many maimed, not too many blinded, shocked, disfigured; for they were dying for our sins — to save a liberty we imperiled by denying it to others…
On last Tuesday night at 11:15, I lay in bed listening to a broadcast from the invasion coast—one of those records made by the on-the-spot reporters… Charles Collingwood…said he was soaked through, that their landing craft was loaded with TNT, and that he was frankly nervous. The sound of firing was audible. He said, “I see a Naval captain stopping to look curiously at my rig. Perhaps I can get him to say a few words. Will you come over, Captain?” Then I heard a voice—a voice very familiar to me—say, “I'm not a captain. I'm just a lieutenant, but after you've been on this beach a little while you look like almost anything.”
“It's Jerry! Jerry Danzig!” I said to Mary. We listened closely. There could be no mistake—the phrasing, the choice of words, the laugh, all were Jerry's. But he sounded so calm, so matter-of-fact, that I could hardly believe he was not standing beside me, instead of supervising the unloading of a batch of dynamite on the invasion beach of Normandy, with shells dropping all around him…
Over the invasion coast the bombers flew. In one of them, two boys named Jim and Joe crouched at their guns—one in the top turret, one in the waist of the ship. They had come to see me before their crew left Drew Field in Tampa, to fly overseas. They were nervous, Jim particularly so. Both had been in England and completed the allotted 25 missions. They had returned to this country with the understanding that their combat days were over—they would be used to instruct. But there was a shortage of men; after a furlough and a stay at a rehabilitation center, they were assigned to a new crew—a green crew—and a new ship.
Their nervousness came from their feeling that they had run out of their luck. Joe's bomber was the only one left after 25 missions over Germany, the lone survivor of its squadron. Could he hope for the same good fortune again? Jim was even more depressed. He was one of five brothers, all in the service. Two had been killed; one had returned home, blind. He believed he had survived 25 missions because of the skill of his pilot; now he would have a new one, a green one…
“Well,” I said, “You can't lose. You're holding a royal flush. If you get back, the world is yours, and you will have memories to make the rest of your life rich. If you don't come back, you go over to the other side with money in the bank. Few of us get a chance to die for a good cause—with most of us it is a selfish lingering, and if we leave behind anything but our insurance we are lucky.
“The only important thing is the pattern. The body is a mess of atoms grouped around the pattern, the way iron filings group around a magnet. Take the magnet away and they are free to do as they please again. Your plane isn't much good without its crew. The crew is the pattern.
“Once a pattern is free, it can operate in other places—look at the sky when you're on a night run. Every star is a sun. There are more worlds than there are people on this earth. On some of them, things will be easier. We may not have to eat, or dig ditches. Our bodies may be lighter. Instead of taste, smell, hearing, touch, and sight, our five senses may be love, kindness, humility, appreciation of beauty, and longing. If so, there would be things for them to exercise upon, as there are things here for us to exercise our eyes and fingers and ears and nose on. Wouldn't that be wonderful—to taste love the way you taste a steak, to smell beauty the way you smell a flower, to touch humility the way you stroke a kitten, to hear longing the way you hear the wind, or music?
“Those worlds are in all stages of evolution. They need strong, brave souls, to do the things necessary for their unfoldment. You boys would qualify—a world may need a Columbus to discover new continents, an Edison to discover electricity, a Washington to free a nation, a Wright to discover the airplane. You might get the assignment. You would deserve it.”
I talked on in that vein, watching their reactions. Slowly their imaginations took fire. They were unmarried, young, adventurous—I painted a picture of the cosmos which sounded as attractive as the Wild West was to me in my boyhood. They began to make comments, to ask questions, to joke about what they would be and where they would go, after death.
“This place,” I said, “is just a mudball. I'll be glad to leave when my work is done. But I want to be sure the work is done, and done well, before I go, otherwise I'll be demoted instead of promoted. That's where you fellows have a sure bet. You take the sins of the world on your shoulders when you fly into battle.”
Our soldiers now are facing death, with clear eyes, strong hearts, and serene spirits. Can we face them in the same high way when they come back? If we have been about Our Father's business we can.
My love and best wishes to you …
1797-3 Report: July, 1944 Letter from Thomas Sugrue to Edgar Cayce
Used in 1944 A.R.E. Bulletin
Thomas J. Sugrue (1907–1953) was an outstanding writer, authoring seven exceptional books and
hundreds of articles. He sought the help of psychic Edgar Cayce for a rare arthritis disease for which
conventional treatments were not working. He entered Cayce's home an invalid and left walking in
October of 1941. It was during this time that he wrote There Is a River, the only biography of Edgar
Cayce written during Cayce's lifetime and the book that made the psychic a household name in 1942.
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Defeating the De-Motivator
By Robert Evans Wilson, Jr.
The sweet strains of a Puccini aria cut through the Saturday night clatter of the busy Italian restaurant in New York City, but it wasn't coming from the aging voice of the Sicilian baritone who was hired to belt out favorites like Funiculi-Funicula. It was a soprano whose crystal clear voice filled the room. Within moments all the ambient noise came to a halt. Diners stopped eating and talking, busboys stopped clearing tables, even the cooks came out of the kitchen.
Singing on the tiny stage was a skinny moon-faced waitress from Ohio. The Sicilian had heard she studied opera, so he invited her to join him, but what began as a duet ended in a solo as he too was mesmerized by the beauty of her voice. When she finished, the place thundered in applause, and I saw tears of gratitude glistening in her eyes. She had hit each note perfectly.
If only she had been able to do that when she auditioned for the Metropolitan Opera. But she had choked, allowing a seed of doubt to creep into her consciousness and thus her voice. She told me her story over a couple of drinks after work. It was the fall of 1984, and I was a fellow waiter at the restaurant; just another struggling artist in the city that never sleeps. She explained that she had gotten nervous during her audition and couldn't hit the high notes. She would get one more chance to audition, but she would have to wait an entire year.
I never found out if she made it; as a writer my art is portable, and a few months later I moved to a city where they still have a bedtime. I suspect she did, because that night she received proof—a vital beginning step.
The Edgar Cayce Readings remind us that "Mind is the builder," and what we focus on grows in our mind and is made manifest in the material.
Hence the life must be a purposeful one, with a purposeful experience and expression in its relationships. For, some laws are ever in evidence in the experience of those who take thought.
True, by taking thought there may be little added to the material, but the Mind is the builder. Hence the building in a purposeful manner becomes a manifested activity in any material experience, according to the spirit with which it is purposed through the will of the entity…
Then, never fear, never doubt self's abilities, even in material or mental aspects. For, the Spirit makes [one] unafraid, and guides in those directions that keep one in that way. (Edgar Cayce Reading 2464-2)
Doubt is a silent killer. We transmit feelings of doubt to others through subtleties in our body language, facial expressions, and tone of voice. It is picked up subconsciously by those with whom we communicate. Worse than that, we communicate it to ourselves, and it seeps into our performance. Doubt is the ultimate De-Motivator, and all too often it prevents us from even trying.
We all suffer doubt occasionally, and its cure is always the same: proof. Proof that we are indeed talented enough to do what we set out to do. And that proof doesn't need to be big to eliminate doubt. A series of little incidences can be just as effective as one big one.
I keep a journal—a log of my accomplishments. Both small and large are recorded there, because they all add up to reasons for believing in my abilities. It is especially important to log the little ones, because they are so easy to forget or overlook, and yet they carry tremendous weight when it comes to giving ourselves confidence.
You may say, "I'm just starting out; I have no accomplishments." That just means you're not looking in the right places. We all have successes, though some are more easily recognized than others.
Sometimes proof comes to us by comparing ourselves to others. Simply ask yourself, "Out of all the people who have ever lived, how many have attained what I want?" The sheer numbers alone will often be all the proof you need.
But beyond proof, we can fall back on faith. Some of the most successful people in the world had absolutely no proof that they could achieve their dreams. All they had was a strong desire and a belief in themselves. As Martin Luther King Jr. once said, "Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step."
Robert Evans Wilson Jr. is an author, speaker, and humorist. He works with companies that want to be more competitive and with people who want to think like innovators. For more information on Robert's programs, please visit his website: Jumpstartyourmeeting.com.
You Are a Creator
By Judy Lickert
Now is the time to exercise your power as a creator. Consciously. We constantly create. The world around us is the result of our thoughts. This is found in numerous Cayce readings—thoughts are things, mind is the builder, etc. Unfortunately, we have not accepted the deep nature of this truth nor have we accepted the responsibility of this aspect of our being. We have limited our vision to material creation. Now is the time to go up to the causal level.
What do you see in the world today? War, poverty, fear, political division, extinction of animals, natural disasters. This can be overwhelming to the material mind, but not to the spiritual. Each one of us, using our spiritual power given to us by The Creator, can make a great change in the collective consciousness that creates the material world. Yes, even in mitigating natural disasters, for Mother Earth responds to attitudes held in the mass consciousness, and for a long time now she has been under attack. She is beginning to defend herself.
Cayce warned in his readings on Atlantis that if our attitudes were not spiritualized, our technological society would find the same ending as Atlantis, i.e., destruction—a destruction that we will have created. His readings on earth changes told us what may occur if we did not change the vibrations we were building in the ethers. Sadly, we are seeing many of these, but the severity of the disasters may have been somewhat mitigated by the work individuals and small groups have been doing to raise consciousness.
Today we hear the cries for help from many directions. After Hurricane Sandy's visit to the American East Coast it is obvious many thousands of people need our help. There are children starving throughout the world, much of the world lacks clean water, animals are being hunted to extinction or their habitats are being destroyed; this list could go on and on, but you have the power to change it.
Little me? Yes! First of all, you are not little. We were created in the image of The Creator. That is NOT little. Second, instead of working at the material level, rise to the causal level where your work will more quickly and effectively bring about change. Don't ignore the cries of the material level, but focus on the causal, since fewer will be able to recognize the importance of that type of work.
What do you do? Live what you believe. All day, every day, bring your every thought and action into accord with the highest consciousness you know. For example, while driving, let go of individual desire; drive with your actions and responses being determined by the greatest good for all. Break that initial annoyance with the vision of safe journeying for all. This isn't being a goody two-shoes! This is how you create peace and brotherhood! You send out a higher vibration. This is where you LIVE "thoughts are things," not just mouth it. If you don't believe this could make a difference, try feeling that the guy who is tailgating you is a spiritual brother and send a heartfelt prayer for his safety and yours. Show respect that he might have an acceptable reason for his actions and ask that he respect your reason for your actions. Your response must be honest. Then watch what happens.
In all aspects of your life consciously choose to align with the higher vibration. Observe your thoughts, and feed them with only that which leads you to positive growth. Skip forwarding that email that is based on belittlement, fear, or outrage. Avoid any media that feeds the fear within you. Take responsibility for creating the life around you. If you created it, you can change it. You are that powerful.
You are also so very, very important at this time, because you have opened yourself to these truths and are allowing them to blossom in your life. Every consciousness that is opening to a higher vibration is helping to lift others with it.
The greatest need in this world at this moment is the lifting up of the mass consciousness; through this, permanent solutions to the distressing situations in our world will be found. Nurture your own expanding consciousness, encourage others by your words, suggestions of a book, movie, or program.
CREATE Ice Sculpture
from Launch party
But each contact needs a support to keep it going. Edgar Cayce's A.R.E. has done that for me and many, many others. That is why I have supported their newly launched CREATE campaign, which seeks to ensure a source is readily available to the many who are ready to change their consciousness now and in the future. I do not ignore the other cries for help, but I want the greater portion of my giving to support the causal level for positive change in the world. I want to consciously be a Creator.
To learn more about the CREATE campaign, please visit EdgarCayce.org/Create.
Judy Lickert has been a member of A.R.E. since 1973, a student of the Cayce readings since 1966, and a Study Group member for more than 30 years. Her support of A.R.E. has included membership in our Golden Circle donor ($1,000+) recognition club as well as Life Membership. She has been married to her spiritual partner for 43 years, and has two daughters and two granddaughters. She is active in her community, especially the library and school district. She is an animal lover, organic gardener, and ballroom dancer.
Learning to Bloom
By Kim O'Neill
It took a natural disaster for me to finally understand the concept of being able to "bloom where I was planted" and value each moment of my life.
We live 80 miles inland from the Gulf of Mexico. In September, 2008, Hurricane Ike was barreling toward the coast, and my angels told me that if we rode out the storm none of us would be injured.
The night of the storm, our family of four hunkered down in the den in our sleeping bags. Anticipating that the situation might get scary, I tried to make a game out of it by suggesting to my 7-year-old daughter, Megan, and 8-year-old son, Flynn, that we were camping, like the Swiss Family Robinson. I was determined to remain positive and unafraid to help my children cope with whatever was going to come.
Before long, the winds picked up and heavy rains began to fall. With a loud unnerving roar, the neighborhood transformer shut down, and we lost our power. We huddled together in the darkness as the rains turned into thunderous bursts and the winds became tornadic.
At the height of the storm, the rain and wind were explosive. I heard an alarming creaky-door-sound, and then…CRACK! BOOM! A huge pine tree had fallen through the roof of our house! My husband and I scrambled to the second floor where water was pouring out of the light fixtures and air conditioning vents. Climbing into the pitch black attic, we were pelted by the driving rains, and I assisted while Britt created funnels from plastic lawn bags, and nailed them over the seven gaping holes in the roof to guide the heavy rainwater into pots, pans, and other containers. After that was done, I ran back downstairs to the children. My mind was racing! Despite what my angels had told me earlier about our safety, and my determination to remain positive and unafraid, I had become unhinged. The reality of our situation was that although the house could provide shelter from the rain, it was no match for the many pine trees surrounding our home. If any one of those huge trees fell upon the roof directly above us, it could easily slam through the ceiling—and kill us! We didn't have a basement or any inner rooms, except for a tiny pantry. There was nowhere to take the children that offered protection from the trees, and it was a terrible, helpless feeling.
Megan—inexplicably—had fallen fast asleep in spite of the storm, but Flynn was wide awake and cowering in fear. I guessed that he was sensing my feelings, which he often does. I looked into his big brown eyes and knew what I had to do…I lied. Holding him close, I promised that I would never allow anything to hurt him or Megan. I felt horribly guilty making that promise, knowing that I had absolutely no control over what would happen next. With each powerful gust of wind, the trees creaked, snapped, and fell. I held Flynn in my arms as the storm continued to rage all night long.
Although we sustained substantial damage to the house, we remained safe and uninjured, and the storm finally passed. The next morning, the yard looked like a war zone. Downed trees and limbs were everywhere. The kids began to cry when they saw their swing set lying in pieces amid the other debris. There was no electricity or water, and temperatures were expected to climb into the 90s—with equal levels of humidity.
We drank bottled water, and flushed toilets with the buckets of water that I had collected before the storm. My husband, a hurricane veteran from his years in Louisiana, was stoic and seemingly unfazed. I, however, had been utterly traumatized. My babies could have been killed!
All we had was intermittent cell phone service, and we felt almost completely cut off from the outside world. We decided to carefully explore the area. In our minivan we inched our way around downed trees; dangling power lines; roofing, fence, and signage debris; and the toppled telephone poles that littered the streets. Gas stations, convenience stores, banks, grocery stores, restaurants, and schools were all closed, and eerily dark and empty. It was a very sobering sight.
We did not own a generator, so we were forced to throw away all of the perishables in the refrigerator and freezer. We ate crackers, apples, and peanut butter at every meal, happy to have them. By candlelight, we took sponge baths with buckets of cold water. Soaked drywall littered the downstairs and the foul odor of mold and mildew began to permeate the house.
A week after the storm, we still had no power, landline telephone service, or water. Although it was nearly 11 p.m., Flynn asked if we could have a family game night. We couldn't really sleep because of the oppressive heat and humidity, so I reluctantly agreed. Feeling traumatized and very depressed, I wasn't in the mood to play bingo. The kids eagerly assembled the lantern and the game pieces on the kitchen table, and the four of us took our seats in the heat and the semidarkness.
"Aaaah, this is the life!" said Flynn, with a smile.
"What do you mean?" I asked, unable to comprehend what he meant.
"I'm having a great time!" he announced.
"Me, too!" said Megan with a grin.
"But...how?" I asked. "After the ordeal we've just been through?"
"Mom—that was days ago!" replied Megan. "Except for our swing set, we're okay! And we don't have to go to school!"
I stared back at her dumbly.
"Look at all of the family time that we have now!" Flynn pointed out. "Playing bingo by camp light, sleeping on the floor in our sleeping bags, doing man's work cleaning up the yard, cold baths like an army guy, and peanut butter and crackers for breakfast, lunch, and dinner! This is the best time I've ever had!"
"Yeah!" exclaimed Megan. "Mommy—you have to turn your brain off! You're being negative! It's an adventure, like the Swiss Family Robinson...remember? We're having fun! Why aren't you?"
I realized that the universe had provided just the practice I needed to really learn how to "bloom" regardless of what was going on around me. And my children were wise enough to see what I couldn't. Suddenly, I understood what "blooming" really meant. Instead of choosing to focus on all of the negative things that had just happened—which I had no power to change—I could choose to shift my focus to all of the things that I had to be grateful for.
Kim O'Neill has conducted psychic readings for over 25 years for international clientele and is the author of four books, including The Calling: My Journey with the Angels. Kim hosts online teleseminars and in-person national motivational workshops, writes "Ask Kim," a monthly advice column for the Indigo Sun Magazine, produces a YouTube "webisode" called Connecting You With Spirit, and has appeared on radio and television talk shows, providing audience members with channeled information covering a wide range of topics. She lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband and their two children. Learn more about Kim at her website www.kimoneillpsychic.com.
The Lesson of Life
by Morton Blumenthal
Not for fame, and not for name, not for power, luxury or pain; not even for that called by man, success, do I strive, and work and strain, but rather that in my humble way I may contribute my small share to the whole cause of creation, doing my bit for a cause so glorious in itself, so outstanding in its ideal of life, truth and love, and last but not least a cause born, fostered and administered of a Creator whose essence permeates the whole and whose creative power is the only reality I can find within or outside of myself. My shoulder to the wheel of creation, I serve its purpose for the glorification, and in the effort, behold, I become aware of myself being it. Its glory my glory, its purpose my purpose, its process my process, I lose myself in it, but to find myself again this power of life and creation. Such is the lesson of Life, and once learned and practiced, its reward is eternal.
900-288 Reports; excerpt from a letter from Morton Blumenthal to Edgar Cayce dated 12/25/1926
Born on April 6, 1895, in Altoona, Pa., Morton Blumenthal was 29 years old when he was first introduced to Edgar Cayce through David E. Kahn in August 1924. Cayce was living in Dayton, Ohio, where he had organized the Cayce Institute of Psychic Research. Blumenthal attended Columbia University in New York City, and was working as a stockbroker in New York at the time. Later, he and his brother, Edwin, were able to establish their own seat on the New York Stock Exchange, and for seven years almost single-handedly provided the funding for the Cayce Hospital and the support of the Cayce family (from 1924 until 1931).
More than any other individual in the 5,787 nonreading records in the custody of the Edgar Cayce Foundation archives, Blumenthal opened areas of inquiry into psychic development, the nature of man, and the nature of consciousness. He was responsible for questions that led to the development of the philosophy of the readings, later amplified through the “A Search for God” material and Glad Helpers prayer group series. Blumenthal also had the first dream interpretation reading and, of the 630 total dream interpretation readings, the great majority were given for him, his brother, and other Blumenthal family members.
Blumenthal had 468 readings from Edgar Cayce from August 1924, until his last reading on July 4, 1930. On December 30, 1949, he recorded a dream in which he foresaw the manner of his own death. As he had dreamed five years earlier, he died in Virginia Beach, Va., on April 9, 1954, of a heart attack. Blumenthal was buried in St. Mary's Cemetery in Norfolk, Va.
Dealing with Grief, Death, and Loss
with the Edgar Cayce Readings
By Jacqueline S. Foreman
Death. It is a topic that most try their best to avoid. They may feel that talking about it may bring it into their lives or that speaking about dying is disrespectful somehow. But pioneers like Henry Reed, PhD; PMH Atwater; Raymond Moody, MD; and Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, MD not only spoke of death—they studied it for most of their adult lives. Raymond Moody coined the term NDE or Near-Death Experience in 1975 and Elisabeth Kubler-Ross created the five stages of grief that have become such a part of us now. Another person who did not fear death was Edgar Cayce and at times he gave readings to bereaved family members about their loved ones who crossed over. Here is an example:
"Yes, we have those circumstances and conditions attending the separation of the body and soul of . In giving that as would be helpful and constructive in the experience of each member of this family: As has been so aptly said, her life, her work, her love, is an example of Christian faith and fortitude. Hence for those that wait: It would be selfish to wish or desire conditions to be different. For in His wisdom He hath seen fit to leave—in the love as was manifested in the life—an example for each; in patience, in courage, in forbearance; in keeping a watchful, careful attention on the lives of each of the family. The body was so tired from the cares of the material world that the physical reactions were in the heart; that had been so ready to open itself to the needs of each, not only of the family but to all that knew, that even were acquainted with the body."
(Edgar Cayce Reading 1408-2)
This person is relaying to their family through Edgar Cayce that it was just her time to go, that her body had grown weak. It was not out of a lack of love for the family or a lack of concern. In fact, the concern was still there as she was "keeping a watchful, careful attention on the lives of each of the family."
This example demonstrates the following; first, Edgar Cayce was able to communicate with this spirit for the reading after her physical death. Second, it was important for the spirit to set her family at ease and to tell them they still were able to know what was going on. Finally, it shows that there is an existence, a life, a something after we leave this world.
Many people think you die and that is it, but what Edgar Cayce knew, what all of the other aforementioned researchers knew and still know, is that there is an existence after this life here on Earth. We might not know exactly what that is but we have seen glimpses thanks to the documented stories of Near-Death Experiences. Some are radiant, pleasant journeys; others are scary, hell-filled terrors. All leave the individual changed for life. Mr. Cayce summed it up beautifully in reading 1408-2:
"And may the blessings of the Father, through the love as shown in the Christ, guide each of you. Through the vicissitudes of life, through all the shadows, through all the disappointments, through all the sorrows, know He is near—and will hold thee by the hand. We are through."
Jacqueline Foreman has been a member of the A.R E. for 18 years. She is a paranormal investigator, published author, genealogist, certified life coach, photo journalist, and talk show host. After working for a major corporation in New York City as VP of Public Relations, Marketing Communications, and Human Resources, at the age of 36, she decided to focus all her efforts on her first loves: genealogical research, paranormal research, parapsychology, psychology, and helping those in need with her talk show Your Mental Health Talk Radio, which airs weekly at 5 p.m. (ET) online at Blogtalkradio.com/yourmentalhealth. You can also listen to or download her show free on iTunes by typing the name Jacqueline Foreman into the store's search feature. In 2012, she will finish her BS degree in Forensic Science and Criminalistics.