November 27, 2014 by Jean

Is heaven really “up” in the clouds? When people suddenly “die” do they go to a completely different place – or are they simply on another “frequency” which is just a little bit “higher” on the radio dial – but still capable of “tuning” into what’s happening here on EARTH at every moment?

Since I was “raised” Catholic (oh yes – I had that experience) – these types of thoughts would never have entered my mind as a young child. As a child – I was told what to think – and what to “believe”! If I questioned the narrative – I was made to feel badly (almost criminal) about my questions – and told that it was wrong for me to even have legitimate questions.

As an adult (finally outside of religious influence) – without the ever present “vampiric” oversight of countless “watchers” who are placed into positions of “AUTHORITY” so they can then “monitor” and literally “POLICE” a persons every thought – idea – and question – I was finally able to learn things that most people who are still under the “thumb” of the “watchful” clergy and religious leaders – would never have learned.

I would like to “share” with you my personal experience of two of my best friends when I was a young man in the middle 1980’s. Fred and Valley – an elderly retired couple living in Southern California.

The two were Polar opposites – Fred was a retired business man who during his best decade in the 1970ss ran 17 different trucking companies which consisted of 8,700 refrigerated units that moved goods from the East Coast of the USA to the Middle West! This man was as down to Earth as he could get!

In the days before cell phones,he had 4 phones on his desk and usually had two going at once (one on each ear) and had the other two waiting on hold with other callers.
He “testified” in front of congress during the Carter Administration on the affairs of: National Transportation Of Goods – across the country and other things.

It is highly unlikely that this down to Earth and very “Christian” man, would end up marrying one of the most “interesting psychic” ladies in the country at the time, a lady who in my opinion was absolutely the “real deal” and after knowing her for over a decade, I was convinced of that fact! – But, that’s exactly what happened when Fred’s first wife passed, and he married his second wife, Valley.

The up and down, topsy-turvy story of how two people like this could even mix – much less live in the same house, was a “cartoon like” adventure that I was not only privy too – but blessed to be a weekly part of!

Valley was not only a powerful psychic – but had the ability to SEE spirit – in a way that most human beings only can read about in books.

When I say she could “see spirit” I mean that far beyond what was portrayed in the movie GHOST – where Whoopie Goldberg actually could hear and talk to a certain dead banker, Valley could both talk to – AND SEE – spirit beings as if they were still very much alive.

This “FACT” was proven to me enough times and in enough ways so as to be absolutely INDISPUTABLE in my own mind.

It would seem quite odd that a young man of twenty-seven years old would have two characters in their mid 70ss as his best friends, but then I was NO ORDINARY young man.

If your entire life goal is the seeking and “unearthing” of KNOWLEDGE and WISDOM – them who better to talk to, and where better to find this than with those who have already lived very valuable and interesting lives? Why would I spend ANY time at all with “youngsters” who were my age,when they knew as little as I did – which was nothing at the time?

Fred on the other hand was ONLY TOO HAPPY to have a gangly young kid who loved to sit on the back patio for an entire Saturday drinking endless cups of coffee and listening to his “stories” of the past and about his very interesting life! It was a match made in heaven for him since the only other pastime he had was GOLF with his buddies during the week.

Besides the hundreds and hundreds of stories that Fred told me about being in the TRUCKING BUSINESS – a BUSINESS that had very real ties to Organized Crime and to the East Coast Mafia, it was his adventures with his second wife Valley that made those stories (some of which made my hair stand on end) seem tame.

Valley was a CHANNEL! I had never heard of channeling before I met Valley, but her real ability to channel was proven to me time and time again. Not only was she a CHANNEL, but she could SEE spirits – of both passed-on humans – and other “dimensional” beings who lived on the Earth as we do – and were very much present – only just outside the “frequency range” of our quite limited visible eyesight.

When I asked her “how” she saw these beings – she told me that she saw them just like she was “seeing me”. They were as real and as solid to her eyesight as I was! This she said she had been able to do all her life and at first was quite a curse since she had no IDEA that every other person around her was NOT SEEING the same things she was. Her mother was very unhelpful, and it was only her grandmother (also a psychic) who helped her to understand she had a gift.

Much of this could be passed off as “FANCIFUL” or just simply “Embellishment” if not for my own impressive experiences which proved beyond all doubt she was telling the truth – and FRED’s own experiences with Valley which were so OUTLANDISH that to have made them up would immediately have put a person directly into the “COO-COO- HOUSE” as Fred called it. I was one of the very few people to hear these stories – save his immediate family, and I had to agree that (at that time) to even talk about things of this nature would not be too wise.

It is with this type of “advanced” warning that I will freely share some of my own experiences with both Fred and Valley that led me to believe that there IS NO SUCH THING AS DEATH! And that people really do live on when they are NO LONGER inside the “body suit”.

Here are my personal writings from earlier journal entries which describe the very different, magical and interesting experiences that I had with both Fred and Valley almost thirty years ago now.

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As I’ve said, I’ve been at this “spirit” thing for a long time now and have had the chance to meet many, many people along the way.

They were all “saints” to me, and had to much to teach. One of the people I met along the way was a lady named Valley. I met her in Santa Barbara when I was having much difficultly in “adjusting” to the light and new energies I was experiencing in the early 1980s.

It may be a surprise for many of the new lightworkers out there to know that many of us were meditating “way back then” and using our bodies to bring in the spiritual energies in preparation for the Harmonic Convergence. Many of us who were and are part of the early grounding team had to start our spiritual duties very early on so that what we are experiencing NOW could even have some HOPE of taking place!

Valley could also channel and when she channeled, she channeled her own spirit guide who was an Entity she called “O-ree-o”.

She was British, and had a great British accent, but it was Fred, who was American, who told me that her guide’s “real” name was O-lee-o, and not to listen to his wife who simply did not “speak AMERICAN well”. So I was never really sure how to pronouce it.

Anyway…, what an interesting pair these two people were…, and what a blessing it was for me to have them in my life at that time.

It was early in our relationship that I found out that Valley could see Spirits. Now I’m not saying that she “thought” that she could see spirits or that her intuition told her spirit’s were around her…, NO…, she could actually SEE them just like you could see me if we were in the same room.

I’m going to share with you a few examples that proved to me it was real, and then show you how fun it was to know her.

She had told me that she could see Spirit beings whenever they were around, and I believed her then, but really got chills when she started demonstrating that talent in a way that certainly left no doubt of it.

I was standing in her kitchen one Saturday. I had come over to visit with Fred (he was now my buddy) and we used to sit on his back patio in Temecula, California (they had since moved from Santa Barbara) and drink tons of coffee and talk about the world, and it’s state of affairs. I was about twenty-six or twenty-seven at that time and he was in his middle 70s. Quite a pair we made actually, but I never tired of listening to his stories!

Anyway, this day Fred was out on the Golf Course and I was waiting for him to return. Valley was cooking something or maybe juicing some vegetables when she looked out into space (on the other side of the kitchen) and said: “What are you doing here…, what do you want?”

– Now I’m thinking to myself she’s going crazy because first she’s talking directly into space, and she already KNOWS why I’m there – so the question just seemed absurd!

So I sid to her (thinking she’s talking to me): “I’m here to visit with Fred…, I already told you that!” She looks at me impatiently and says: “NOT you…him!” and points to a blank spot in the kitchen as if it was totally obvious whom she was talking about by pointing to blank air and having me look in that direction!

I look over at the blank spot and blink, and then look back at her helplessly as if I’m in some sort of strange real life version of the “TWILIGHT ZONE”.

“JOE” she said, as if NOW – everything were completely cleared up, and I could suddenly “relax” now that it was all explained.

“Oh…, that’s right,” she said, “YOU – can’t see him. “Well,” she continued, “he was a friend of Fred’s, but he died about six months ago, and both Fred and I were at the funeral!” she said in a quick explanation, and then turned once again to the non-existent “JOE” and began talking to him in right in front of me while I just stood there with my jaw hanging on the floor.

“Oh…, okay then…” she was saying (and NONE too pleasantly – I might add) – “Well, that may very well be…, but next time you just DECIDE to drop in, please come when Fred is home ….”

I looked at her stunned. “Who was that, and What did he say?” I asked excitedly.

“Oh that DAMN JOE! I never really liked that guy much when he was alive, so you’ll have to excuse me,” she said turning to me after another moment or so when JOE had apparently gone.

(This was my very first experience with a person who seemed to be very disgruntled with a “dead guy”! I mean – don’t we all like to think that somehow after you die – you get to be a good spirit – or a nice energy? But here was a lady who actually saw spirit and is ANYTHING but nice to this so-called discarnate being!)

“WHAT DID HE SAY?” I asked again, showing my youthful impatience.

“Oh, he said that he just wanted ‘me’ to tell FRED for him that ‘That was one hell of a shot on the 17th hole!’”

Apparently he wanted Fred to know he has been watching him play golf today.

“What did FRED do on the golf course?” I asked. “I don’t know…” Valley said…, “I don’t play golf…, I don’t even like it.” she added.

So – we patiently waited, and visited, and about and hour or so later FRED came walking into the house as happy as a clam. I’d never seen him so happy! He sees me there and greets me warmly and asks if I’m ready for more stories and coffee —which I certainly was!

Then before he can tell us why he’s so happy, Valley says: “Fred, your friend JOE was here.” “Oh yeah” Fred says, “Joe S?

“No,” she says, “Joe B.”

“That guy’s dead!!” Fred said with slight irritation.

“He has passed over— he’s NOT dead,” Valley reminded her husband, who by this time KNEW very well that she could see spirits.

He rolled his eyes in front of me and then winked – “Okay, so what did he want?”

“He just came to ask me to tell you that that was “one hell of a shot” on the 17th!”

(The gleeful and positively happy look on Fred’s face turned to a sudden frown as if the cat had been let out of the bag way too early.)

“What did you do on the 17th – that he had to coming running over here to bother us?” she asked him.

“Well I shot a hole in one!” he answered in a pitifully dejected tone of voice that showed how disappointed he was that the cat was out of the bag, and apparently Joe had beat him to the punch to tell us.

“Oh, and YOU tell your friend not to come around the house unless you’re here. I never really got along with him – he’s just strange —”

Once again Fred rolled his eyes as if to say (how the heck am I going to tell him anything – he’s dead!) I totally “got” how he was thinking – since both of us were equally as helpless when it came to seeing SPIRIT BEINGS.

He looked at me and smiled in a devious way. “Okay, here goes” and he spoke to the empty air in the kitchen, “JOE you stop bothering my wife!”

I laughed out loud by accident and looked at FRED who was obviously joking since neither he nor I could have ever seen Joe “long enough” to tell him anything. Valley just shook her head and huffed her way into the other room and started cleaning something.

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The next time was when Valley invited me over for Thanksgiving and she was working in the kitchen fixing the meal. I walked into the kitchen and found her hard at work making something that looked very interesting.

“What is THAT?” I asked. “Peach-Yams” she said.

“It looks good,” I said then asked, “How do you make it?”

“I don’t know – I’ve never actually made it before” she said, “Clementine’s showing me how to do it!” “Clementine?” I said, “WHO IS CLEMENTINE?

“Oh, he used to be a cook for one of the Egyptian Pharoah’s back around, oh – 3000 years ago. I needed another side dish for the meal so he offered to show me how to make the ‘perfect one!’”

“He’s HERE? – NOW? A cook from 3000 years ago?” I said in total surprise.

“Yes…, he’s “O-ree-o’s” brother.” she said casually, “He stops by every so often to give me cooking tips.”

I just shook my head it total disbelief!

Just then, Fred came into the kitchen and looked at the Peach Yams and said: “Hey cuti, what are you cooking?”

“Peach Yams” she said. “You get that one from Clementine?” he said right out of the blue while munching down a carrot stick.

“Yes, she said, “but we’re both very busy…, so go out there and leave us alone!”

I followed Fred out of the Kitchen and then asked him with as much disbelief as I had shown his wife in the kitchen, “YOU know who Clementine is?”

“Sure, he’s O-ree-o’s brother!” he said as casually as if he’d been talking about the guy across the street. I just rolled my eyes.

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The third time she did this “type” of thing to me was just after my Grandmother had passed away!

It was 1989, and I had just flown back to California from her funeral in the Middle West. I had not yet informed Valley or Fred that she had died, NOR were they even aware that I had been out of town for a few days. I had in fact told NO ONE that I was leaving town for a funeral.

I knocked on their door just as I usually did, and when she answered it, I walked into their home as I had done hundreds of times, but this time she stayed at the door and did not close it right away.

“Who in the world did you bring with you?” she asked. “I came alone!” I said. “No YOU DID NOT…, there’s an elderly lady that walked in right behind you!” she said very matter of factly.

“Oh, she says she’s your Grandmother. Well, how very nice to meet you!” Valley said looking directly at the space behind me as if someone were standing there. I just stared blankly at where she was looking.

“She says, she’s just going to be with you for awhile, and wanted to meet me to see what I was like!” Valley said as I shook my head dumbfounded.

Again…, I was dumbfounded at the way Valley had the ability to SEE Spirits and other beings most of us could not.

The next and even MORE incredible story that FRED himself told me (as down to Earth as he was) was the time that Valley had suddenly had a massive heart attack and was put into the hospital and into the ICU for her recovery. This incident happened BEFORE he was even retired, and they were both still living in Omaha, Nebraska.

After spending all day at the hospital with Valley, who was hooked up to every instrument available in the ICU, (and according to Fred, had tubes in her nose and down her throat, etc.) He left the hospital to go home for the night. It happened to be almost Christmas, and I’m not sure what year it was but probably the early 1980s.

Anyway, after getting home and being quite exhausted, he told me that he sat down on his bed, and just stared at the wall. Unable to undress or even take his shoes off, he just let his mind list into space in a very sad and worried way. What is written next, is what he told me occurred just after he got home from the hospital!

After some amount of time, the telephone in the bedroom rang, and he told me he got up to answer it, wondering who in the world would be calling him so late in the evening …(approx) 11pm.

“Hello?” he said into the phone.

“Hi Fred…,” came the happy reply. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m okay, that you don’t need to worry, and that everything is going to be alright!”

“VALLEY?” Fred yelled into the phone. “Wha’, I mean…, I just left—Where are you?” he demanded.

“Dont worry about me honey,” she said, “I’m fine, I’m in LONDON right now— and having the time of my life!”

“YOU”RE IN LONDON??!!!” Fred yelled into the phone almost in anger, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING THERE?”

“Now, don’t get upset, I wasn’t doing well at the hospital, so “O-ree-o” came and got me and brought me back to London for awhile, and we’re at this cute little church that I used to go to as a kid. They are having a Christmas party here and are handing out presents to ALL the kids. It’s really a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, but…,” Fred stammered, “how —”

Just then, Fred’s oldest daughter (from his first marriage) walked into the bedroom and looked at her Dad. “Who’s on the phone at this hour?” she asked him.

“It’s Valley!” Fred said, referring to his daughter’s stepmother.

“Yeah, right Dad,” the girl rolled her eyes.

“Anyway,” Valley broke in again, “I’ve got to go now, but I just wanted you to know I’m OKAY” — click!

Fred’s daughter looked at him questioningly as he hung up the phone. “It was Valley,” he said simply.

“Don’t be silly Dad, she had all those tubes in her, she was under heavy sedation when we left – there was no way she could make a phone call!”

“She told me she was in London.” he said sitting back down on the bed.

“SHE WHAT???” his daughter almost yelled.

Fred picked up the phone and dialed the hospital immediately and quickly asked for the nurses desk in ICU. When they picked up the phone at the Nurses Station in ICU – he asked them to go check on his wife to see if she was still there.

“I’m sorry… you want us to what?” the nurse said.

“You heard me,” Fred said, “Go check and see if my wife is still in her bed!”

After a pointless argument , the disgruntled nurse walked down the hall (apparently) and came back and then said, “Yes, she’s still in her bed, right where she’s supposed to be. Where did you think she was?”

“Well she just called me on the phone that’s all,” Fred said.

“That’s impossible, there are NO PHONES in the ICU rooms.” the nurse said, “She could NOT POSSIBLY HAVE MADE A PHONE CALL.”

“All right, well, have a good night then,” Fred says and hung up.

Now, After listening to Fred’s story (out on the back patio), I immediately got up in total disbelief and walked straight into the house and looked for Valley in order to hear it from the horses mouth!

“Did you really do that?” I asked her when I found her.

“Do what?” she said.

“Call Fred from London when you were supposed to be in the hospital that time you had your heart attack?”

“Oh that,” she laughed. “Well, I don’t do sickness really well, so once the whole process started, O-ree-o, came and got me and told me I didn’t HAVE to stay inside my body to experience the whole thing if I didn’t want to – so he took me to London and we had a great time watching at the Christmas Party at my old church.”

“But how in the world could you have called Fred from London if you didnt take your body with you?” I asked. “How is that even possible?”

“Well, I was having such a good time, and I wanted to share the experience with FRED, so I asked O-ree-o if I could call him. He said yes, and a phone just appeared right in front of me. I dialed the number and it rang and Fred picked up.”

“YOU MADE A PHONE CALL FROM ON AN ASTRAL TELEPHONE, AND HE ANSWERED IN THE REGULAR WORLD?”

“Yeah. It does sound strange when you say it like that – huh?” she said.

I rolled my eyes, “Whatever” —and walked back out to sit with Fred and drink more coffee.

Fred grinned as I sat down. “Didn’t believe me huh?

“Nope!” I said. “Do you now?” he asked. “I think you two are messing with me!” I said shaking my head.

“NOW YOU KNOW WHAT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH EVERYDAY!” he said shaking his head. “It’s not easy!”

He grinned and said, “She called me the next day, too!”

I shook my head in wonder.

I wrote this Article in order to share some of my personal life experiences. There are NO PICTURES – NO DOCUMENTS – and nothing signed by a legal NOTARY who can also double as a witness! You can believe what you want to believe and that is Okay with me.

NOT EVERYTHING IS AS IT SEEMS – AND THERE IS MUCH MORE GOING ON THAN ANY OF US CAN UNDERSTAND!

All my love -