Realms of the Spirit World - Various; Babinsky (Editor), Joseph
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Communication with "the dead" is natural. Yet this aspect of human communication is an ability virtually lost to us. It is not lost in the sense that it is beyond recovery. It is only lost in the sense of amnesia. To communicate with our deceased loved ones is like an act of remembering a forgotten treasure. This is not a special ability reserved for only select individuals (like John Edwards). In this book the author offers messages from the spirit world. From the Editor's Preface we read: "Why did I compile these messages into a book called, "Realms of the Spirit World"? First, I did this…mehr

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Communication with "the dead" is natural. Yet this aspect of human communication is an ability virtually lost to us. It is not lost in the sense that it is beyond recovery. It is only lost in the sense of amnesia. To communicate with our deceased loved ones is like an act of remembering a forgotten treasure. This is not a special ability reserved for only select individuals (like John Edwards). In this book the author offers messages from the spirit world. From the Editor's Preface we read: "Why did I compile these messages into a book called, "Realms of the Spirit World"? First, I did this because I was very impressed and inspired when I first read these messages and I wanted others to read encouraging messages from the other side of the veil. Second, I believe that reading these messages some of the sting and fear of death may be lifted from shoulders. By reading these messages many people may lose the fear of communicating with deceased loved ones."
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Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stocking was hung by the chimney with care, In the that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap;