Focusing on medium Leslie Flint's wartime experiences, this article identifies where hundreds of audio and video recordings may be heard without charge to offer an example of evidence available for livestreamers and video producers to share with viewers for expansion of consciousness about metaphysical, spiritual and cosmological aspects of life. A closing note about the man whom this blogger calls Bel John is included in the Blogger's Note that is the final portion of this article.

Clockwise from top left is seen a photo of the paranormal formation of what has been called a paranormal 'voicebox' (obtained by using an infrared camera); a Direct Voice mediumship session is recorded; some of the many case study books documenting this key paranormal case chronology (also center right); five other examples of photography showing 'ectoplasm'; and a photograph of Flint's first 'full light' audience in London 1946. (articles: 1, 2, 3, 4)

Numerous audio recordings are readily available that document the life of this 'Direct Voice' medium (voices of the unseen) and establish this paranormal case chronology as being undeniably authentic. The fact that this evidence has been and is so pervasively ignored, repressed or rejected by people establishes the extent that contemporary human societies lack appreciation of Divine Love and it has become customary for employees in corporate bureaucracies to disparage any encouragement of intellectual self-development about the most momentous aspects of life. Because of what he'd been learned from the communicators representing the ascended realm of life, Leslie Flint was a conscientious objector in England during World War II. If everyone knew what was understood by Flint as is also comprehended by this blogger, compassionate diplomacy would replace war and hegemony tactics.

There have been dozens of previous blog articles about 'Direct Voice' (speech of unseen people) phenomena involving unseen communicators sharing what has been learned in the ascended realm of existence. These interludes regularly occurred in the presence of these unusual 'mediums.' The majority of these articles are about the extensively documented case of England's Leslie Flint (1911-1994) with hundreds of evidentiary audio recordings available online. One article is "Testing the Voices Heard on Leslie Flint Seance Tapes".

Links are provided to example audio recordings of Direct Voice communication and a list of blog articles about Leslie Flint is presented at the conclusion of this article. Other blog articles are about Direct Voice mediums Peter Clarke, Emily S. French, A. W. Kaiser, Estelle Roberts, John Campbell Sloan, and Henrietta 'Etta' Wriedt. (index page of article links)

Personally, it is a great indictment against the contemporary mindset indoctrinated to materialist values that there isn't and hasn't been available a free online edition of the autobiography of Leslie Flint. The book is entitled Voices in the Dark: My Life as a Medium (1971) as told to Doreen Montgomery. People who attended Direct Voice seances conducted by medium Leslie Flint (1911-1994) heard communicator voices from 'the other side' share details of Earth lives and the afterlife. Audio recordings originally made with tape recorders offer remarkable evidence of Direct Voice Phenomena personally witnessed by thousands of people. Today hundreds of Leslie Flint Direct Voice audio recordings may be heard without charge on the Internet at such websites as The Leslie Flint Educational Trust and wholejoy.com.

The chapter and additional excerpts from the book being presented in this article offer a description of Flint's experiences during World War II (1939-1945) that includes his arguments for himself being a conscientious objector in England. The central manifesting 'spirit personality' throughout Flint's life was 'Mickey,' whom a bit mysteriously is customarily linked with a person named 'John Whitehead.' Flint wrote in his autobiography:

As usual Mickey spoke first, but this time, unusually, he told the large audience that Mickey was only the name by which he was known in the world of spirit and to his medium. He said that in his life on earth he was called John Whitehead and he had sold newspapers outside Camden Town underground station until he was run over and killed by a lorry when he was ten years old.

However, as is occasionally reminded in articles at this blog — The Archangel Michael is the archetype for an angelic Force interacting with mankind throughout all civilizations. Articles at this blog symbolize the personal 'guide/s in Oneness' / 'Guardian Angel' representing 'The God Force' with the letter 'M.' Considering this, every individual unit / iota / splinter / human personality can be considered as an aspect of 'Michael' the Intermediary with 'Mickey' a nickname for that One.

As mentioned in a previous blog article — About 'Mickey'—whom Flint described in Voices in the Dark as "the spirit helper who acts as a sort of master of ceremonies at my seances"—Alexander Walker appraised, "This perky and impertinent boy would engage his master in Cockney chitchat and occasionally turn his sharp tongue on the guests sitting expectantly a dozen strong around the big Paddington dining-room in the 1960s or when Flint's health had permitted him to tour in earlier decades, packing the churches, halls and theaters in their hundreds and thousands all over Britain, the continent of Europe and America." There were also occasions when Mickey's voice manifested with a boisterous adult emanation while at other times was heard a somber modulation with profound knowledge of humanity and spirituality expressed.

Mickey is a frequent nickname for the name 'Michael' with 'The Michael Pattern' noticeable among many famous cases of transcendental communication, including Joan of Arc, Nostradamus, John Dee, the Fox Sisters associated with the Spiritualism Movement, Madame Blavatsky, Edgar Cayce, Eileen Garrett, JZ Knight, Mark Probert, the 'Messages from Michael' case, contactee Arthur Shuttlewood, Nina Hagen, Martin Luther King, etc. (article)

In his autobiography Voices in the Dark (1971), Flint referred to the recurring entity 'Mickey' as "my Cockney boy control." Traditionally, a 'control' differs from a spirit 'guide' communicator in respect to the extent of the association — the relationship with Mickey lasted throughout Flint's lifetime.

This is an example of disembodied speech communication from 'Mickey.' Flint described 'Mickey' as "the spirit helper who acts as a sort of master of ceremonies at my seances." Mickey responds to a question about "what's going on in your side at this moment" in the recording "Mickey #4 - recorded ?-?-19-- .mp3". He mentions there being an aspect of consciousness that Mickey describes as "in the middle" or involving souls / peoples being able or not to "enter into the arena that I call 'The Middle.'"

'Marilyn Monroe' 20 December 1973

link to YouTube selection of evidentiary Leslie Flint Direct Voice phenomena case study recordings

link to Science of Wholeness selection of evidentiary Leslie Flint Direct Voice phenomena case study recordings

What one 'channeled entity' has instructed about transcendental communication cases is valid in relation to Direct Voice cases; therefore, when one studies the recordings if some voices may seem to have some influctuations, patterns or accents in common this is because the unique personalities are coming through the mind of medium Leslie Flint.

"It is like pouring water into a mind. And if you pour water into a vessel that is shaped round, the water will be round-shaped in that vessel. Therefore the words that we pour through human instruments are certain to take the shape of the mind of that instrument, although the essence of that message may well remain. This is our difficulty. Some instruments are better than others. Psychic gifts are not necessarily spiritual. It is a gift that is like music. Remember this. Not all those who are endowed with the gift of music may lead lives that are exactly spiritual in nature. We make use of what material is available. Therefore, place not people upon pedestals in your exploration. Assess them and know them."

— 'Chang' through Douglas Johnson (article)

three Leslie Flint Educational Trust photos

Left to right: A portrait of the medium during his younger years (1940s); inside a wooden cabinet during an early public seance; and a photo documenting "how powerful psychic energy has affected the sitters during a séance, making some of them appear transparent" in the bedroom of the former home of Rudolph Valentino in Los Angeles. Image copyright: Robert LeFevre

Voices in the Dark Chapter Eight

For months after war broke out Britain existed in the uneasy calm of the phony war. It was a kind of no-man's land in time when we accustomed ourselves to the blackout and rationing and the infringements of personal liberty. So apparently normal was the surface of life that many began to hope the half-hearted hostilities would peter out altogether in a negotiated peace which they thought would be a victory for civilisation. Meanwhile, factories, shipyards and arsenals worked full blast preparing for the real war to come.

My first public direct voice seance in wartime was held in the Rochester Square Temple in north London. The Temple had a glass roof which had been coated with black paint to conform with the blackout regulations. I cannot tell how effective this may have been at night as seen from the air but it certainly did not prevent daylight from flooding the hall. However, I took my place in a hastily improvised cabinet on the platform and hoped for the best. [Blogger's note: a 'cabinet' is a contained and often darkened area "used to store and condense the spirit power necessary to produce materialisations" or other phenomena. (article)] To quote from a contemporary report of this meeting by A. W. Austen: "in spite of the adverse conditions voices were heard all over the hall although no microphones were used."

Towards the end of this meeting as I sat in my dark airless cabinet wondering how long I could last before I passed out from the heat and nervous exhaustion I heard a woman's voice speaking so near my cabinet she seemed almost to be addressing herself personally to me.

"I am Edith Cavell," said the voice. "I came to this side of life because I felt patriotism was not enough. Although I admire the man and the woman who is patriotic, at the same time we must realise there is a greater thing than that. You must love your brother whether he is an enemy or not. Try to love and forgive, not to hate."

The voice faded but its message remained to help me to resolve a problem which had been giving me much anxious thoughts ever since the outbreak of war.

I had so often listened to the voices from beyond the grave of men and women who had been cut off in the prime of their lives by sudden death. They had spoken of their confusion and distress and how they had to cling to the familiar earth because it was all they had ever known. I had heard their reproaches. "Why didn't I know? Why didn't someone tell me?" I was a patriot and my country was at war for a cause I believed to be just. But when this dreamlike half-war turned into the real thing the killing would begin in earnest and like other young fit men I would be called to join the Services. Yet after all I had heard from the other side of life about the soul's bewilderment when it is thrust suddenly out of its physical body into the next plane of existence. How could I be responsible for sending any human spirit into eternity unprepared? I had a quick memory of a scene which had taken place in my childhood during the unveiling of a 1914-18 war memorial. During the ceremony a group of women converged on a man who was standing watching. The women jostled and pushed and shouted at him and at last the man went away. When I asked my grandmother what the man had done wrong she told me he had been a 'conchie' during the war and these women had lost sons in the fighting. I was sorry for those women whose grief had turned to resentment against someone they thought of as a shirker, but I saw perhaps it took a special kind of courage to swim against the tide of war. I only hoped I would find it because then and there I made up my mind that when the time came to stand up and be counted I would be a conscientious objector. I would say with Martin Luther, "Here I stand. I can do no other."

Some weeks later I received a letter from a member of a wealthy Spiritualist organization in America. The writer said he had attended one of my public seances in London and had subsequently sat with me privately at my home in Hendon. He described the evidence he had been given at this sitting and said it had proved to him beyond doubt the survival of someone dear to him. Because he and his colleagues feared my mediumship might be lost to the world if I remained in England they offered me sanctuary in their country for the duration of the war. My passage would be arranged and my livelihood would be guaranteed for as long as it was advisable for me to remain in the States. It may seem illogical that I who had so firmly rejected the thought of taking up arms should feel highly indignant that anyone should imagine I would leave England at this time but that was exactly how I felt. As politely as I could I refused this well-meant offer by return of post.

Christmas came and the war was still in a state of uneasy stalemate. The three of us at Sydney Grove tried hard to pretend everything was just as it had always been. We are the traditional food, we did the traditional things, we took very special pains over the surprises we planned for each other. Perhaps we tried too hard for there was no heart, no real joy in any of it. How could there be when we feared that just over the horizon of the coming year the storm which had been gathering so long must surely break?

On New Year's Eve, Edith produced from its hiding-place a bottle of sparkling wine to toast not only a new year but a whole new decade. On the stroke of midnight we raised our glasses and wished each other the old wish and sand Auld Lang Syne with Edith's velvet contralto giving a new meaning and a deeper emotion to the words we had sung unthinkingly so often in the past.

Early in 1940 I gave a seance which not only produced some first-class evidence of man's survival of his bodily death but I think it was one of the most unusual sittings I have ever given and it certainly provided me with some needed light relief.

The sitter gave her name as Mrs Bowering and she appeared to be somewhere in her late sixties. We went into the seance room and sat down without any preliminary chit-chat and I turned out the light. Mickey spoke to the lady almost at once. "There's a man here who says his name is Fred and that you are his wife, Alice."

"Yes," said Mrs Bowering. "Fred is my husband. Can I talk to him, please?" Shortly, a man's voice spoke and he and Mrs Bowering had an intimate and personal conversation about their past together until suddenly he said laughingly, "Fancy you taking the trouble to have my body taken out of its grave after all of these years and having it cremated! I see you are wearing your ring you buried with me on your finger at this moment! I've met Bowering over here, you know, and we like each other very much. As a matter of fact it amuses both of us that you should have my ashes in one urn on the mantle piece and his ashes in another."

Mrs Bowering then inquired if Mr Bowering could speak to her and soon the voice of another man greeted her, "You know, Alice," he said, "even though you've put Fred's urn and mine on the mantelpiece we are not really there. We are here and we come often together to try to help you as well as we may but these ashes really have nothing in to do with us anymore." To my astonishment Mrs Bowering then told both her late husbands she had met a man called Wilson and she was seriously considering marriage with him. She wanted to know if either of them would object to this. Both Fred and Mr Bowering said they had no objection at all and the only thing they wanted was the happiness of Alice.

I found this story of the ashes of two husbands in urns on the same mantelpiece so hard to swallow that when the light was turned on again I asked the lady if it was true. She said it most certainly was true and told me what great trouble she had had getting permission to exhume Fred in order to have him cremated. It seemed that in the days she had buried Fred cremation had not been a usual method of disposal and so she had buried him in the conventional way. But things had changed when Mr Bowering's time had come and so he had been cremated, and the urn containing his ashes adorned her mantelpiece. After a while she had begun to feel Fred might feel slighted all alone in the cemetery and so she had started her campaign to have him exhumed to be cremated and placed alongside Mr Bowering. She had finally achieved this and now she had both husbands to hand as it were, she felt much happier. She also confirmed that a ring she was wearing had lain in the grave on Fred's finger for many years. She was glad neither husband objected to a third marriage because she found life on her own very lonely.

I did not see this lady for a couple of years after this sitting and so I assumed she had married again and was once more living happily in double harness. As it turned out I was wrong. Long afterwards she came to sit with me in her new role as Mrs Wilson and her first two husbands came again to speak to her. She spent her entire sitting berating both of them for not warning her Wilson was not only "a man of dirty habits" but he had no money and she was forced to support him. Her late husbands expressed regret that matters had turned out badly but they pointed out the decision to marry Wilson had been her own and she must take responsibility for it. However, it was the freely expressed view of Mrs Wilson that they ought to have known in advance how her third husband would turn out and given her fair warning. Mrs Wilson sat with me regularly until her death at the age of eighty. She lived apart from Mr Wilson for many years and he died before she did. I sometimes wonder even now which husband has the pleasure of her company on the other side and how Mr Wilson fits into the picture.

Princess Louise had died early in December 1939 and John James had not been able to come to me for his regular sittings because he was very fully occupied in clearing the contents of the Princess's apartments of nearly a hundred rooms under the direction of the then Duke of Kent to whom the contents of the Princess's apartments of nearly a hundred rooms under the direction of the then Duke of Kent to whom the contents of the Palace had been left in her will. However, in late March 1940 Mr James telephoned for a sitting and I was happy to give one to him.

I think both of James and I felt sad sitting together for the first time since the passing of the gentle princess. But if we did, it was not for long because Princess Louise herself spoke to us and told us how happy she was to be free of pain and the infirmities of old age and to be reunited with those she loved. She thanked James for doing what she had asked him about the wedding veil and her rings. After the sitting, James told me the Princess was referring to the fact that she had asked to be covered in death with her wedding veil and for her engagement and wedding rings to be put in the casket with her ashes. Before he left that day James showed me with great pride a pair of monogrammed cuff-links which the Duke of Kent had given him for his help in clearing up the apartments in Kensington Palace.

In April of that year Germany invaded Norway and the war began in earnest. While the Allies were attempting to land forces in Norway to help the Norwegians and all Britain waited breathlessly from one news bulletin to the next Owen came home one evening and told his mother and me he had volunteered for the Royal Air Force and had been passed medically fit for air crew. "When do we have to go?" asked Edith, trying hard to sound matter-of-fact. "When they are in trouble, they'll send for Mundin," quipped Owen, "I'm to stay put until then." Even this respite comforted Edith, the evil day was not yet. When Owen lightly inquired what branch of the Forces I proposed to favour with my presence I told him I intended to register as a conscientious objector when my call-up came. I watched for the contempt I dreaded to see in this boy I loved as a brother. He quirked his eyebrows in a way which was especially his, "Good for you," he said lightly. "I simply don't have that particular kind of courage."

In May and June we learned the new word blitzkrieg as the Nazi hammer-blows crushed Holland, Belgium and France and forced the British out of Europe at Dunkirk where, by what seemed a miracle at the time, most of our troops were brought home to fight again another day.

They were dangerous days, highly charged with emotion, and constantly I questioned within myself whether I could really stand back and let others do the fighting. I wanted to serve, I wanted to help, I thought the war a just one if any war could be considered just, but always I came back to the fact that I could not, I would not kill.

Later that year after the Battle of Britain had been fought and won in the skies over England, Owen was posted to an airfield near Cambridge to begin his training as a pilot.

When Edith and I saw him off at the station he was gay and full of confidence. "Relax, you two," he joked, "any minute now Mundin, the terror of the skies, will be on the job." As the train started to move he leaned out of the carriage window and kissed Edith. "I'll be back, old lady," he said gently. "We'll have a nice cup of tea," I said, and I do not think I have ever in my life felt so inadequate.

At last the day came when I had to appear before a tribunal to state my case as a conscientious objector. I took the train to London and spent some time searching for the hall near Victoria Station where the court was sitting with Judge Hargreaves as president. Eventually I found the place and I was ushered into an ante-room where a number of other 'conchies' were waiting to be heard. I sat down next to a young fellow with a fair scraggly beard who at once produced a slim volume from his pocket and began to read with great concentration. I took the hint and bit back the casual pleasantry I had been about to utter. When I looked around and saw that no one was talking to his neighbour, all the young men were sitting silent and withdrawn, each intent on his own thoughts, his own problem.

We were being heard alphabetically so it was not too long before the usher put his head round the door and called "Flint, Leslie!" I followed him out of the room.

As I walked down the hall to the table where the five members of the tribunal were sitting I was surprised to see spectators in the hall. Whether they were the friends and relatives of the men being heard or merely inquisitive members of the public I do not know, but I could very gladly have done without them. I was glad to see the members of the tribunal were wearing ordinary clothes, I had had some confused idea they would be garbed in awe-inspiring robes and wigs. There was even a woman among them with a reassuringly frivolous hat on her carefully waved hair. As it turned out the lady with the daisies on her bonnet was the toughest nut of all.

I stood in front of the five keepers of my conscience and straightened my shoulders, determined not to look hangdog or ashamed. Answering leading questions, I agreed I was Leslie Flint, thirty years of age and as far as I knew, fit and healthy. I also affirmed that on grounds of conscience I was unable and willing to serve in the armed forces in the present state of emergency.

"Kindly tell the tribunal whether your scruples are of a political or religious nature, Flint." Thus the President opening the bowling. I said I absolutely refused to take human life on religious grounds. An elderly man with a heavy moustache asked me what church I belonged to. "I am the resident medium of a Christian Spiritualist church in Hendon," I said. The elderly man blew through his moustache, reminding me of a petulant walrus. "Not a recognised denomination of the Christian church," he said in triumph. The President thought it would meet the case if I were described as a Christian pacifist. The Walrus whispered in the ear of the man next to him so loudly I heard, "The fellow's a crank of some kind."

A red-faced man inquired if I thought Christ was a pacifist. I said his teaching was filled with ideas of brotherly love and peace between men, and quoted the words He spoke about turning the other cheek. The red-faced man asked me what good I thought it would do to turn the other cheek to Hitler. I agreed it might be disastrous but added this fact did not alter my determination not to kill. The hat with the daisies now turned in my direction. "If you saw a Nazi storm-trooper trying to rape a woman you loved would you just stand back and do nothing?" she rapped out. Oh, no! I thought, Oh no, not that! "Well?" persisted the daisy bonnet. I said I would defend the woman with all my strength whether I loved her or not but I would not kill the storm-trooper. "If you had a knife in your hand would you use it?" From the way she spoke I thought she must have been to a very posh school when she was young. I said I would use the knife to try to stop the storm-trooper raping the lady but not to kill him. The bonnet uttered a small chirp of outrage. "A genuine pacifist would reason with him," she said. A vivid picture of my five feet three inches sweetly reasoning with six feet of storm-trooper mad with lust intruded on my inner eye and I felt a perilous desire to laugh.

"You would knife a man, but you wouldn't put a bullet through him in battle. Is that your position, Flint?" demanded the man with the red face, returning to the fray. I looked at the faces confronting me, honest, upright members of society trying to be fair, trying to understand, but not able to hide the growing suspicion I was a coward or a shirker. I asked the President if I might explain to the members of the tribunal the Spiritualist philosophy on which was based my determination to go to prison sooner than join the armed forces. The Walrus was heard to mutter that he did not want to listen to spook claptrap, he didn't believe in it, anyway. But the President told me to go ahead and please to be brief.

With an eloquence which surprised myself I described the confusion of a soul hurled into eternity in the heat and passion of battle with no knowledge of what lies before it on the next plane of existence. I quoted to them the solemn invocation from the Litany, "from battle and murder and from sudden death, good Lord, deliver us," which shows that the Fathers of the early church knew more about the afterlife than their successors do today. When I had finished, heads were put together and there was much whispering and conferring. Finally my Lady of the Daisies lifted up her cool clipped voice. "Are you suggesting our brave men in the services will suffer remorse because they are killing their country's enemies?" "No, madam," I said, "they will not, because they do not know, as I know, the consequences to the souls they send into eternity. It is precisely because I have been given that knowledge through the exercise of my gift of mediumship that I must refuse the responsibility of taking human life." "And yet you are not unwilling indirectly to help the armed forces to kill more efficiently?" This was the calm, detached voice of the President. I said my country was engaged in a war which I considered to be a struggle of good against evil and I would play my part to my utmost short of personally taking life. There was another whispered conference and a quiet grey-faced man who had not hitherto spoken, looked up. "How do we know you are sincere?" he said. I approached the President and held out to him an envelope in which there was the letter offering me sanctuary in America and Bunny Parsons' carbon copy of my reply. "I think these two letters will answer the gentleman's questions," I said. The President read both the American letter and the copy of my reply and passed them round for the others to see. There was more whispering and more conferring and finally the President told me I would be called into a non-combatant corps some time in the near future.

I walked to the Underground station to take the train back to Hendon. A great bomber's moon was sailing in the sky. As I reached the station the siren wailed and the city's orchestra of defence started.

On the platform the tiered bunks were already being occupied by those who slept in them night after night in comparative safety. Families were claiming pitches where the would spread rugs and pillows or were already ensconced, eating from paper bags and drinking tea from flasks. Here and all over the hidden depths of the city was the identical smell of fear and sweat and musty used-up air and the Londoners enduring with patience and humour and their small defiance, they were such good people.

Walking home from Hendon station to the concerto of guns, falling shrapnel and the shriek and crump of bombs, I worried about how to provide for Edith when I was away on war duty. I had saved over £100 which I would leave with her and she had her own small pension, but when I thought of the rent, the rates, the heat, the light and all the other bills which arrived with depressing regularity I wondered how long £100 would last? How long would the war go on? My pay as a private soldier in a non-combatant unit would be 2s a day all found, perhaps I could squeeze 10s a week to send to Edith. I must because otherwise she would try to solve her problem by working in munitions and she was not strong enough nor any longer young enough to work long hours at a factory bench.

When I reached home Edith told me Miss Tucker and her husband had called at the house while I was in London to say they proposed to forgo the rent of 31 Sydney Grover while I was on war service. My anxieties took wing and I remembered a promise given to me long before by one of those who guide and help me from life's other side. "You will never have all you want," he said, "but as long as you serve faithfully you will be provided with all you need." I remembered how often help had come from some unexpected quarter when it was most needed and reproached myself for my lack of trust.

The day came when I had to leave my home, my work and all that was dear to me. Edith came up to London to see me off at Paddington where I was to join the train for Ilfracombe. We found the train and I saw it was full of men of my own age who were all bound for Ilfracombe and the same training course as I was. Some men kindly moved up together to make a place for me in one of the crowded carriages. I stood leaning out of the window to talk to Edith until the last second. Talk does not come easily at such at time nor in such a place and all we could find to say to each other in those moments when there was so much to be said were banalities of the order of "don't forget to write" and "take care of yourself." At last, the train shuddered into movement and I kissed her and watched her blink back tears and force a smile. As the train hurried away from her I hung out of the window watching her wave until I lost sight of her in the distance. As the train carried me faster and faster to a new and unknown life I felt very lonely in that crowded carriage.

Some Other Excerpts From The Book

. . . we had been licked into some kind of military shape. We were given travel warrants and seven days leave and told to report back to a camp on the Welsh border.

On my first night at home Edith arranged a sitting of our home circle, but it had hardly begun before the siren wailed and a heavy air-raid was soon in full swing. One or two of the members of the circle wondered if we should take cover and postpone the sitting, but the suggestion had no sooner been made than Mickey came through to veto it. He told us nothing whatsoever would happen to our house and asked us to continue the seance. We did as Mickey asked, but the raid got worse and worse until the whole house rocked on its foundations as a particularly heavy bomb fell uncomfortably close. Mickey at once returned to speak to us and told us a land mine had fallen a few streets from us and many people had been killed. He went on to say that hundreds of spirit people were already at the scene of the disaster to help the victims over the border between this life and the next and to explain to them the fact of their physical death and their continuing life in the other world. Mickey is normally gay, irrepressible, quick at repartee, but that evening he talked to us very seriously and as he talked his treble boy's voice changed its timbre and became more adult, more cultured, more resonant. The subject of Mickey's discourse was the enormous effort being made by the spirit world to ensure no victim of the war, whatever his nationality, creed or state of mind, should be left to cling to the earth because of ignorance of the life to come. He told us thousands upon thousands of spirit people had made it their work to go wherever the need arose to guide newly dead in a state of bewilderment to their place in the next life.

. . . I came in for a good deal of good-humoured kidding about Spiritualism and I was frequently challenged to 'produce a spirit now.' It was all meant as fun but it got to be repetitious and tiresome so one night after Lights Out in our dormitory hit when the 'chipping' started up again, I asked the men to relax and lie quietly in their bunks and perhaps someone might come to talk to them. After a few stifled giggles and embarrassed coughs, the men lay quietly and after a few minutes Mickey began to speak to them. He spoke to most of them individually giving them help and advice about various problems which I was unaware they had, and finally he introduced the sister of one of them who had passed on only a few weeks previously. The man and his dear sister were having a personal talk when one of the sergeants started to bang on the door of the hut and barged in to put one of the men on a charge for leaving some tools out in the rain, and our seance ended abruptly with the switching on of the overhead light. This caused the ectoplasm which the other side had taken from me to make the etheric larynx through which they speak to rush back into my body and I felt as though I had been kicked in the solar plexus. As I lay winded and retching, I remembered the warning Noah Zerdin had given me years before in the little café in Watford. For the first time in the practice of my mediumship I knew exactly what he meant. When I had recovered and the sergeant had taken himself off, the soldier who had been talking to his sister told the men in the hut he had not told a soul in the camp he had a sister, living or dead. There was no more kidding and I was often asked to give another seance in our hut but, fearing another kick in the midriff, I never did.

For the first time since I had been in the army I met a fellow Spiritualist at the new camp. With several men I had been detailed to clear away broken road surface and we were working in the nerve-wracking vicinity of a pneumatic drill when I became clairvoyantly aware of an elderly man standing close to one of the men working with me; the spirit man was as clear and life-like as the soldier whose attention he was trying to attract. In spite of the hideous distraction of the drill, I became aware the spirit wanted to tell the solider he regretted his opposition to something. I felt diffident about passing on this message since for all I knew the soldier might share the point of view of the religious fanatic in the other camp. Then the drill ceased its exacerbating din for a few seconds and my rapport with the elderly spirit man grew until I knew beyond doubt he wanted to tell his son he was sorry he had been so antagonistic to his interest in Spiritualism but he knew better now. I had no reason to hesitate longer and as soon as the pneumatic drill paused again I told the soldier what I had seen and heard clairvoyantly. He introduced himself as Hubert Finnemore and said he recognised the description of his late father as an accurate one. He also confirmed that his father had been bitterly opposed to Spiritualism and there had been some ill-feeling between father and son on this account. Hubert was deeply touched that his father had made the effort to contact him through me in order to say he was sorry. We became friends and enjoyed many talks about our mutual interest in psychic matters. In fact Hubert and his wife are good friends of mine to this day.

I allowed myself a few days to get acclimatised to civilian life, then the doors of the Temple of Light were opened again and I resumed the work I was born to do.

At one group where Air Chief Marshal Lord Dowding, a convinced Spiritualist, was an honoured guest, my Cockney guide, Mickey, introduced a young airman in these words: "There's a chap here from the Air Force who wants to get in touch with his parents. He's so excited I don't know if he will manage to speak but I'll try to help him." Shortly we heard the voice of the airman asking us to contact his father and mother. He had been to see them often, he said, but they could not see him. He told us he was killed when his plane crashed over Norway when he was twenty years old and he was his parents' only son. "Please tell Mother I'm all right now," he urged, "she is so unhappy it is making her ill."

No one in the group could identify this communicator so Mr Walter J. West, our Vice-President at the Temple of Light, asked for the boy's full name and address and promised to get in touch with the parents if it were possible to do so. "Thank you so much," replied the dead boy, "I had three Christian names, Peter William Handford and my surname was Kite." He then gave an address in Grange Park, north London, where he said his parents were still living. But that was not all. Peter Kite next spoke to a man in the group saying, "I know you, you are Mr Turner, you took out my tooth." None of the other sitters knew Mr Turner was a dentist nor did they know his name. Mr Turner said he remembered Peter Kite coming to him for treatment some years before but he did not know he had been killed nor even that he had joined the R.A.F.

After the seance Mr West went to Grange Park and found the house where Peter Kite had said his parents lived. The dead boy's mother, Mrs May Kite, answered the door to Mr West's ring and when she heard what he had to tell her she readily accepted an invitation to attend a special group seance at the Temple of Light with Peter's father.

Because we felt Lord Dowding's presence at the first seance had helped Flight Lieutenant Peter Kite to manifest we invited him to be a member of the special group at which the boy's parents would be guests and he readily agreed to sit with us.

Almost as soon as the light was turned off Mickey came to tell us Conan Doyle wanted to say a few words to Mr and Mrs Kite before their son came to speak to them. Doyle, who in his lifetimes finally became convinced of Spiritualism after years of sitting with mediums, then spoke very sympathetically to the parents who had no knowledge of psychic matters. He explained to them how after Peter's plane crashed he had found himself alive in a new more subtle body which resembled in every way his physical body which he could see lying motionless in the wreckage of his aircraft. At first, Doyle told the couple their son had been bewildered because although he could see the body which he recognised as himself he felt so gloriously alive and well he simply did not realise he was dead. When two peasants came to investigate the wrecked plane Peter was puzzled when they seemed neither to see nor hear him, but soon some friends of his whom he knew to be dead came to explain his new condition of life to him and to take him to his new plane of being.

As soon as Conan Doyle had finished speaking Peter Kite excitedly greeted his father and mother. "I've got the dog, Mother," he said laughingly, "it's an Alsatian." This was a reference to a joke he had played on his mother only a few days before his death. Peter has been fond of dogs and he had telephoned his mother to say he was sending home an Alsatian he had acquired. Mrs Kite was not a dog lover and the thought of a huge Alsatian tearing round her house had appalled her. After teasing her for a while Peter had relented and reminded her it was 1 April.

"I saw you putting my photograph in your bag with the ones from Norway before you left home," went on the spirit voice. Mrs. Kite told us she had changed her handbag before leaving for the seance and had transferred its contents including her son's photograph and some which had been recently been sent to her of his grave in Norway.

"You are keeping the garden in good trim," said Peter. "I like the part you have made into a garden of memories. Do you know the birds nesting in the cherry tree can see me even if you cannot?" The parents told us that six years before when Peter was killed they had apportioned a patch of garden as a memorial to him and in it they had planted a cherry tree in which birds were building nests at that time. "I often go to my room and you haven't changed a single thing in it." Peter continued. "My model plane is still there and all my books and that wallpaper I didn't like!" It was true that the parents had kept their son's room exactly as it had been on the day he was killed and he had never cared for the wallpaper in it. "I'm glad my care is still going but it's a bit small for you, Dad, isn't it?" Mr. Kite agreed Peter's sports car fitted him a little too snugly; he was a large and somewhat overweight man. "I'm saying all these silly little things so you will know it's really me speaking and that I do come to see you, above all I want you and Mother to know I am alive, more alive now than I ever was."

For close on forty minutes the voice of Peter Kite went on piling evidential detail on detail, details trivial in themselves but in the aggregate giving his parents incontrovertible proof of his identity and his continued existence.

When the seance was over both parents declared their son's survival of death had been conclusively proved to them. "I never thought very much about this kind of thing before," said Mr Kite, "but now I am completely convinced." Mrs Kite added, "I have found more comfort from this seance than I have got from any other source since my son was killed and I have lost a great deal of the bitterness I felt."

During one of my leaves from the army, I had given a sitting to Mrs Marie Barrat, a Belgian lady living in Golders Green, whose son George had been killed on active service early in the war. George had manifested at her sitting and had given such undeniable proof of his survival that her grief had been assuaged and life had become worth living again. Mrs Barrat was wealthy and she had a generous heart. As a sort of 'thank you' combined with a memorial to her son, she decided to give other mothers who had lost sons the opportunity to receive the comfort she had been given. As soon as I returned home after my army service Mrs Barrat booked a regular seance with me and to it she would bring mothers from all over the country, their expenses being paid from a fund she established for the purpose.

Before each of her seances, Mrs Barrat would tell her mothers that she had told the medium nothing whatsoever about any of them, not even their names, so that any evidence obtained might be the more valuable. Many touching reunions took place at these sittings and mothers went away comforted.

Once one of Mrs Barrat's mothers did not turn up at the time the seance we due to begin and after waiting for a few minutes we decided we must sit without her. When the seance had been in progress for a while a young man's voice was heard asking for his mother. Mrs Barrat asked him who he was and when he had given her his name she realized he must be the son of the missing mother. Mrs Barrat explained to the dead boy that his mother had not come and the seance was being held without her. "Mother's train was late," said the voice, "but she is here now. She is sitting on a chair on the landing outside this room. Please let me talk to her." Regretfully Mrs Barrat told the boy she could not open the door of the seance room to admit his mother in case the light from outside harmed the medium. "I must try to speak to her somehow," said the young man. "She grieves for me so incessantly it makes me very unhappy and I can't settle down in my new life here." Then a wonderful thing happened. As a rule the voices of the discarnate speak from a point above my head slightly to one side of me within what Mickey has referred to as my 'auric emanation,' but as this spirit spoke his voice moved right away from me across the room to the door where he called loudly for his mother. From outside the door the mother answered him and the dead boy and the living mother talked together through the door until the woman was convinced he was really her own son alive and loving as he was in life.

. . . Edith had suffered a stroke. From the gay bright personality she had been, my wife was suddenly helpless and her long illness of five years' duration had begun.

A married daughter of Edith's helped me over the first most difficult period by nursing her mother devotedly, but the time soon came when she and her husband and family had to move to another district and I had to manage as best I could on my own.

Although I am able to talk to those who guide and help me from the other side as easily as my sitters do, I do not usually ask for help with material problems because they have always made it very clear I must not expect my life to be easy nor must I imagine I am entitled to special privileges because I am their medium. But when the shopping, the cooking, the care of my wife and trying to do my spiritual work at the same time became a burden of almost nightmare proportions I decided to ask them for help. At the next sitting of my home circle I asked for someone to be sent to my assistance.

"Someone has already been sent," said Mickey, "he is working in this house and he was at your last big meeting at the Kingsway Hall." I could not imagine what Mickey meant. The only person working in the house was a young fellow who was redecorating one of the bedrooms.

"You can't mean the painter?" I said to Mickey. "Yes, I do," he answered perkily. "His name is Bill Willis and he is wondering what on earth to do when he finishes the job here because the partner he had has walked out on him. Ask him and he will take over your worries and become interested in your work." It was true there had originally been two painters when the job was started and for the past few days one of them had been missing but even so Mickey's solution to my problem seemed highly unlikely. "Ask him! I'm telling you, he'll do it," said Mickey was a trace of impatience at my obvious incredulity. "Very well," I said. "If you say so, Mickey."

The next morning very diffidently I took a cup of tea into the room where the painter was working alone. To check on Mickey's statement, I was about to ask him if he had been at my Kingway Hall meeting when he told me how interesting he had found it. He told me he had next to a woman whose son, killed in the war, had spoken to her in a voice the woman had told Bill was exactly his voice when he was on earth. "Is it really true?" said Bill, "It's almost too wonderful to be really so." I assured him it was true, then, testing Mickey further, I asked him if his partner had left him in the lurch. "Yes," said Bill. "He has left me in a right old mess. I can't carry on this business without another fellow and he's walked out for good. I don't know what I'll do when I finish this job. Get a job in a factory, most likely."

"Would you like to come and work here?" I asked. "I need someone to run the house and help me to care for my wife."

Bill hesitated, then asked if a room went with the job. When I said it did, he offered to try it out and if I did not mind being experimented upon while he learned to cook. He also said he would like to know more about 'this spirit business.'

Soon it was obvious Bill was a treasure. . . .

Here's an excerpt from the April 25, 1966 'Sir Oliver Lodge' recording (dated according to an archive transcript).

We are very much concerned when we see your present world and the terrible, terrible state which man has allowed himself to get into.

Science properly used, properly applied is a blessing to man. Much that is given to man through science could mean for man a better way of life and a much happier one. But there are the limited few who see it, often, as a weapon which can be used in defense, so they say, or war.

And this is, of course, the appalling fact. Instead of being used for man's good it is often used for man's destruction. We have seen it in the past. We want to avoid it in the future. We who come from this side, particularly those of us who come with an idea of being of service and of being of real value and help to your world, are distressed and appalled, of course, when we see the state and condition of your world.

We are concerned with proving, if we can and I'm sure we can eventually in a scientific way of which I try to give you some idea. But it will be, it must be. The time is not far distant when there will be such a scientific aspect of communication. There will be no doubts and it will be universally accepted and then perhaps we shall see the true beginning of the brotherhood of man.

We shall see many of the old barriers knocked down and we shall see that man has realized, perhaps for the very first time, how vital and necessary it is for him to band together and break down the barriers that separate, the barriers of creed and barriers of religion and politics. These barriers that man has built up over centuries of time.

We are hoping and praying that it may not be too long before the first fruits of our labor will become apparent . . .
https://www.leslieflint.com/oliver-lodge-april-1966-1/oliver-lodge---april-1966

Winston Churchill Communicates

Recorded: October 22nd 1987

This recording is an extract from a group sitting made in 1987.

During the séance the group hear the voice of Winston Churchill, who was British Prime Minister during World War Two, and admits that he sat with mediums in his lifetime.

Present: Leslie Flint, Anne, Keith, Arthur, Pat, Robert Kennedy, Lynne.
Communicator: Winston Churchill

[Coughing]

Churchill: . . . I think, looking back in your world now, I can't help feeling a great sadness that there isn't greater understanding between the peoples in high places. You know as well as I do that if it hadn't have been for Russia . . . I'm not saying we wouldn't have won the war, but I think it would have been carrying on for a much longer period.

And the Russian people were magnificent and it saddens me and indeed as it does everyone else here to see the animosity, to see the situation which has arisen over the last few years, whereas the hand of brotherhood should have been stretched so that the world would indeed have been a much happier and a much safer place, but there you are.

Politics. I realise only too well how, through fear as much as anything, mistakes are made on all sides.

We are very concerned, I'm very concerned particularly, in regard to the situation in your world in the Middle East and of course the old, old question of Ireland, which has never diminished — indeed, it worsens. There are various things that I might say, but I don't think it would be very, at this point in your time, advisable.

But I just want you to know that many of us here on this side of life are deeply involved and concerned about your world. There is so much in your world that causes concern, and we only hope there will be a greater and a better understanding between America and Russia.

That seems to me to be the beginning of some solution that could bring about eventual peace and tranquillity of spirit, but of course, we are very, very concerned about the Middle East. And I don't want to start making prophecies, but I can tell you there will be something happen in the Far East which will perhaps not come altogether as a surprise, but will be the beginning of something which could bring about a greater and more peaceful situation in the time that lies ahead.

But you know, unfortunately, you're not dealing altogether with rational people. They are very irrational, very stupid, if I may so say. But uh, there will be a suddenness, and there will be a transformation which will come about through something that happens, uh . . . I'm not prophesying a war, uh, in fact, I'm — if I am prophesying at all — in the opposite direction.

I will say this; that what looks as if one is on the brink is not necessarily so. There will come about certain circumstances that will change the whole aspect of things . . .

You've got some jolly good friends and wonderful helpers here and you've got the spirit to succeed and the desire to serve and to help. That is the vital thing above all else, the desire to be of service.

And the only way to achieve anything of any value is to forget yourselves in loving service one to the other. You know, one comes up against all manner and all kind of people in your world who are searching, in a way, probably very sincerely, who are wanting to know more about themselves . . .

(This transcript was kindly created for the Trust by Karyn Jarvie — October 2018)

https://scienceofwholeness.com/VoicesS-Z/LF_Winston_Churchill.mp3

https://www.leslieflint.com/churchill-october-1987

Paranormal Reaction Videos Project Concept Epilogue

One of the influences leading to entertainment dominating people's activity is the rejection of the Divine Dispensations made discernible through a variety of paranormal phenomena manifested throughout the world during the epoch of Spiritualism . . . now the shared Superconscious Mind offers lessons in oblique ways through contemporary entertainment media. Everyone's Higher Selves in the state of Oneness is each person's true best friend as we choose which splinter personalities of 'The Only One' we interact with during life. I often consider the reasons for someone to avoid or ignore learning about metaphysical, spiritual and cosmological aspects of life with articles at this blog displaying the gamut of evidence readily available.

one of my X.com posts; one found about computer games is shown below

The essential inspiration leading to all forms of narrative entertainment is to orient people to behave in an emotionally honest and rational way with living in harmony the goal. Even travesty and ignominy may be aspects of an entertainment experience.

Once more I'm expressing my current feelings and emotions through sharing Pop songs known to me that express some ideas similar to what I'm experiencing while giving my attention to Bel John's unusual predicament. Let him know if you would like to see him creating 'reaction videos' too. An example of a Pop song reaction video is included among the music video selections shown below.

"The Middle" by by Zedd, Maren Morris, and Grey (2018)

"Best Friend" by Sofi Tukker featuring Nervo, The Knocks and Alisa Ueno (2017)

"It's Time" by Imagine Dragons (2012)


"Cruel to Be Kind" by Nick Lowe (1979)


"White Bird" by It's a Beautiful Day (1969)

   "Stand" by R.E.M. (1989; front man Michael Stipe)

"INXS - Devil Inside REACTION" (video 2022 / song 1988; front man Michael Hutchence 1960-1997)

"it boy" by bbno$ (2024)

Note: I've heard this song several times on Hyphonix livestreams and this morning while viewing the Reddit recap. I already knew that my contributed post had been removed as has been happening. The rap genre is so different from my personal sensibilities that it is stunning to realize how susceptible is a mind to imitating the visual or audio impressions found in their environment. Notable synchronicity for me with this video is how the words "Generation Z Eminem" remind me of "Generation Z Everyman" and there are actual lyrics consisting of stated letters: / I - M - H - I - M (two instances of the letter M included in the lyrics). The censored post showed this title: "John, you may want to try occasionally reacting to a Pop song if there are compelling perspectives. This would be a scary and interesting video for you and viewers indeed. 'Reaction videos' are immensely popular at YouTube and the scenario here suggests what can occur as dystopian conditions expand." The video is one featured in the April 24 article.

"All That Love Went to Waste" song by George Barrie and Sammy Cahn; performed by Shirley Bassey (1973/1974)

"Never Close the Door" by Joel Howard (2024)

One of the Censored Reddit Posts

This information may be read in an X.com post: https://x.com/MarkRussellBel1/status/1920279133759942980

Blogger's Note:

This concluding eight article series reports how the man whom this blogger has called 'Bel John' became known to myself with there being experienced in a very positive way regarding his natural honesty and warmth some manner of what was articulated with a question mark 'soul recognition.' His psyche is discerned as unique due to his extraordinary state of being where every emotion is vividly expressed without restraints. Therefore, his past and ongoing social media initiations offer an engrossing example of how a human being ordinarily reflecting the positive polarity equated with goodness and love can at times—in this case while livestreaming and participating in 'skits' to gain 'clips' for commercial videos—be attuned to the negative polarity encompassing creativity and controlling or manipulating others for a selfish goal.

Channeled entity 'Yada' has been quoted as having said: "Life is such a dream and the actors do not know they are acting. It is the same thing when we act on stage. The more the actor learns his role and adapts himself to the character he is playing the more he has to forget what his 'real life' is."

Bel John's predicament of habitually focusing on livestream activities including engaging in computer games is related to his lack of secondary education although some of that type of experience may be of minor intellectual gain or some of it resulting with specialized skill development, as I experienced in relation to studying cinema production and history that prepared me to work as a movie studio publicity writer positioning storylines and providing essential information about each film to journalists in press materials.

As quoted during this series, 'channeled entities' have offered instruction about the dual positive / good and negative / bad polarities. 'Dr. Peebles' through William Rainen is quoted: "this consciousness of the eternal God is of negative and positive polarity." "Silver Birch' said through Maurice Barbanell: "Good and evil are opposite sides of the same coin. So are love and hate, light and dark, storm and peace. This is a polarity." 'Ramtha' speaking through JZ Knight has said: ". . . if you are looking for knowledge, you must transcend the limited specter of social consciousness" and "If there is evil then there is good. Evil cannot exist without the polarity of good." Contactee Arthur Shuttlewood reported about instruction given to him by people from Aenstria: "There is a continual warring between positive and negative forces, I was told. On principles of polarity, just as there is good and evil at work on Earth, so there are forces of Darkness and Light among [some potentially encountered] UFO-denizens."

The human being who understands that life is eternal and through cultivating love one receives more recognizes that the path bringing the Light of Love is the brightest to traverse. As Yada said in 1968: "Get conscious control over yourself and the light of love will surround you, and all that you seek will come to you. That's why I am here — to talk with myself."

paranormal everyman concept art by Google's AI Gemini reflects the solemnity of the Paranormal Reaction Videos Project theme

Only this blogger's most consistent readers have probably read my chronicling of the phenomenal 'synchronicity' occurring continuously in my day-to-day life. This morning when I glimpsed a license plate with the letter sequence "MOOVEON" I was stunned and asked for confirmation; should I see 111 there should be a final Email sent from me or 222 would signal 'move on' absolutely so that this phase of lessons is done. Within seconds a license plate with 222 was sighted. My thoughts last night while watching the livestream included concern for his health due to the meats he and his wife have been eating (yesterday cow eyes and cheeks in taquitos) with cow brain a potential while they're in Mexico. In 1968 Yada instructed about this subject and what he said correlates with what today can be readily learned online: "Don't put dead foods in your system — and meat is dead food."

Bel John mentioned having gained weight and his arms looked bloated. When I've noticed him drinking protein supplements during livestreams, this has made me uncomfortable. I've tried vegan protein shakes several years ago and was never satisfied that this was a healthy alternative to eating correctly. During his Reddit posts review, Bel John mentioned about one particular post "I watched this a few times" at one point so perhaps he did see my post and it was another one that 'scared' him, something reasonable. He is fascinating with each emotion he expresses and he does this with an honesty I've never previously witnessed or would've even have conceived as being possible. The energies practically being reflected through Bel John must be comparable to life experiences beyond our physical dimension and thus are hypnotic indeed for one metaphysically oriented. If Bel John decides to move forward with the project I've encouraged, I'll always be happily available to answer his questions and consult with him and/or his wife Sofia. As I've previously mentioned — He is only 28 years old while I was 39 when my life-changing expansion of consciousness took place and I'd [benefited from the advantage to regularly have] been reading about paranormal cases ever since I can remember. I know it is bewildering for Bel John yet the 'Guides in Oneness' know all and have provided evidence of this that remains unknown to the vast majority of people living on Earth at present. By profiling for Bel John just how unusual my own life has been, my hope is that he won't needlessly fear me or think there's anything not forthright about what is being chronicled. Two other livestreamers that have come to my attention recently (one mentioned previously) are 'Goose Wayne' (first seen featured in an episode of the "Dr. Phil" TV show in 2019) and 'Mr. Wilson' (of "My Life on Display 24/7 for 10 years"), as shown below.

While watching Bel John's livestream, often synchronicity and thought impulses such as the protruding tongue were interactions of significance.

This 'Pop stars photo montage' exemplifies how thought impulse patterns (such as this one seen among Pop singers) offer evidence of the 'Divine Spark' in everyone. (Metaphysical Aspects of Pop Culture article links list)

ChatGPT image / Imagen 3 art detail; below is shown Copilot Designer art

(aletia.org page)

Men with the name John in the Bible; the original 'beloved' John is 'John the Apostle' — this is the John whom has been conversing through channeler Kevin Ryerson. (1, 2) The apostle Paul also is a contemporary channeled entity through Ray Brown. (1, 2)

Reflections

As mentioned in the first article of this series — John is a contemporary 'everyman' / surrogate for people experiencing 2020s culture . . . Through sharing with viewers his initiation to metaphysical aspects of life, John can become a benefactor 'everyman' / 'surrogate' avatar (incarnation of a divine being) for contemporary people who in turn can then share and exhibit in their own lives what they've learned and therefore be considered an avatar as well . . . I'm encouraging John to . . . share his reaction to paranormal documentation videos, photos and other evidence. This way, John will alleviate his own fears and anxieties—along with those of social media viewers—about so-called 'unknown powers.' The fears derive from an international culture preoccupied with inane and habitual fictitious entertainment pastimes that include horror movies with superstitious fright-inducing narratives.

I know that the material is considered "scary" by 'Bel John' yet as explained in one of the articles — The activity of the new project will give everyone something of benefit and there will be occasional 'scary' moments until a full understanding of phenomenal interactions is gained. At any time, this blogger is available to reassure John and answer any questions that may arise . . .

I'm one hundred percent confident that Bel John is the ideal person for this project because of his extraordinary state of being where every emotion is vividly expressed without any restraints. An unfortunate aspect of being a media celebrity is that viewers become intimately acquainted with you while you know nothing when one of them may approach you for some reason — myself in this case as someone who is highly familiar with the predicament of life as a celebrity after working as a Hollywood talent agent and movie studio publicity writer.

Although what seems to be Bel John's lasting response isn't the one expected by this blogger, now it seems to have been inevitable — until if and when he is ready to read the articles about himself, then discuss and explore the concept of the proposed Paranormal Reaction Videos Project with myself serving as the established consulting expert on 'paranormal' / metaphysical / spiritual / cosmological aspects of earthly life (with my input always being given on a noncommercial, donated basis).

About my censored post shown above, Bel John said during a livestream: "Skipping over this scary s***." ("Omegle Trolling & Shenanigans @Hyphonix") This is an ironic comment considering that he has been engaging in scaring people to gain entertainment content for his videos for a long time. The project proposed myself would consist of documentary nonfiction content for the purpose of Bel John and his viewers gaining knowledge and achieving 'expanded consciousness' that would be of benefit to anyone forever. This form of 'entertainment' would be momentously meaningful for viewers.

I won't be watching the Hyphonix livestreams anymore yet can always be contacted via Email or through an X post reply. I hope to hear from him as soon as he is ready and would happily offer my telephone number again upon request if so needed for as extensive consultations as necessary. I'm left wondering if Bel John and the multitudinous viewers fascinated by him comprehend, as I do, Whom Is The One that each human being should be most concerned during earthly activities, plans and goals.

All your acts, commit them with love, and you shall never have to be concerned with the results.

With love! This is the golden key to the light.

—E Yada di Shi'ite (first article in this series)

Part 1 "Social Media 'Influencer' 'Hyphonix' and 'Channeled Entity' 'Yada' — Ironic Comparisons (with Updates)"

Part 2 "An Adventure In Synchronicity with 'Hyphonix'"

Part 3 "A Master Class Primer — John's First Steps to Higher Consciousness Are Chronicled (with Illustrations and Updates)"

Part 4 "This Article Shares Precise Details About the Predicament Confronting a 'Chosen One'"

Part 5 "What Happens in 2025 When Two Otherwise Inconceivable Lives Must Converge"

Part 6 "Pop Music Video Selections for 'Avatar Lessons' — 30 YouTube Music Videos (1963-2021)"

Part 7 "Avatar Lessons — Chronicling a Social Media Celebrity Reacting to Learning He's a 'Chosen One'"

"Channeled Descriptions About the Creation of the Universe, Earth Beings and Soulmates"

Postscript "Considering the Fate of 'Bel John' — Is He Currently Leading a 'Split-Off' 'Parallel Life"

Summary Article "The Paranormal Initiation of Bel John As Everyman"

Also read: "Channeled Perspectives — 'Yada' Advises About Overcoming Fear and 'Ramtha' Recalls His Old Teacher"

Blog Articles About Leslie Flint (1911-1994)

"Unique Recordings of Direct Voice Phenomena"

"Some Observations Concerning My Spiritualism Series of Articles"

"Link to a New Recording at the Leslie Flint Educational Trust Website"

"Direct Voice Seance Phenomena"

"Rosemary Brown’s Comments about Direct Voice Medium Leslie Flint"

"Leslie Flint in Los Angeles"

"Tapping the Force: Leslie Flint Recordings and Links"

"Mr. Johnson Speaks from the Other Side"

"The Woods and Greene Collection of 'Direct Voice' Recordings"

"Metaphysical Lessons of the Leslie Flint 'Direct Voice' Recordings"

"Testing the Voices Heard on Leslie Flint Seance Tapes"

"The Eternal Nature of Life"

"Excerpts from Chapters of Experience"

"Excerpts from There Is Life After Death"

"A Book Chronicling Direct Voice Communication: Behold I Live"

"A Complicated Murder (from Voices in the Dark)"

"A Momentous Truth Suppressed (from Voices in the Dark)"

"Leslie Flint's Life as a Direct Voice Medium"

"Aspects for Synthesis"

"The First Full Light Seance (from Voices in the Dark)"

"The Voice of Valentino"

"Some Observations about My Direct Voice Phenomena Articles"

"Evidence for the Omnipresent Force: A 'Direct Voice' Oration Transcript and Audio Recording"