He bilocated frequently, even into sky to warn Allied planes. He continues to visit people after his death in 1968. He saw into minds and souls and distant events. I
No. This guy was a Sikh wearing a lot of pearls looped around his silky turban and he wore other jewels on a heavily ornamented brocade robe. He had large stones embedded into gold rings. Not at all monk-like.
It is a very moving story to me. I had forgotten it and my reply until a reader named Audrey reminded me (thanks Audrey!). Thinking over the circumstances, I picture you spending an unspecified time answering that phone call after which you found the tea lady in the office kitchenette and then you "raced down the stairs to check the entrance" and found the door securely closed and alarmed and no one in the entrance way. It's possible that this man was a real physical man and that your answering the phone call was a long enough time for a man to go down the stairs and out the door and out of sight at a normal pace. But if so, the question would still remain how he opened the door to go without triggering the alarm, since as you said, opening the door for whatever reason would have set off the alarm bell in your office which you would have heard.
There is no physical possibility that you imagined the man or the note since Tony saw and read the note and confirmed that it was real. The note was certainly not a mere figment but a real object made of real paper and written upon with real ink or pencil and the address was real and written in Tony's real handwriting, though he did not recall writing it.
There's a perfectly rational explanation that fits all the evidence. The man was a real physical man but real, physically present in the hallway in the building in 1971, only for the purpose of giving you the note and his message. Having delivered his message and the note he then went on his way not by going through the door but by dematerializing just as he had come not by opening the door but by materializing in the hallway. However, the piece of paper did not dematerialize, rather it kept its material existence long enough for you to show it to Tony. The Annunciation which the messenger spoke was not written on the paper; the function of the note was to assure yourself and Tony and now all of us who read your account so many years in the future that the incident and the messenger could not possibly have been a figment of your imagination.
Maybe you are just making up a story. Maybe you'll now say, "Ha ha! I was lying. I made it all up just to make a fool of you and all my readers and myself." That would be a "rational explanation" for a lot of our modern believers in Rationalism. I dare say that you won't say that, that you are not lying at all. I don't find that "explanation" probable enough to even bother arguing it. There's no use bandying foolish words with prejudiced people.
Our materialistic culture is specifically informed and challenged by this incident. There will be readers who will insist that the incident could not possibly be real. There must be, they will insist, a "rational explanation". I would reply, and so should you I think, that there is a perfectly rational explanation since there is nothing at all irrational in accepting what the evidence plainly tells us. What is irrational, motivated by prejudice and not by observation and reason, is to try to 'explain away' what our senses and reason so obviously and specifically tell us. The resemblance between your experience and the Annunciation of Mary in the Gospel of Luke will occur to the common materialistic skeptic and prompt such a person to say you imagined it all or you are telling a fib. But your messenger, angelic as he seems, has already anticipated this argument by giving you the real material paper note and by Tony reading it. So your angelic messenger anticipated the future in this small (but very significant!) way as well. He was not bound by time or space. So we may take his message even further: he informs us that our physical being and every physical being is real in time and space but also that nothing is always real in time and space because there is another reality which contains time and space and transcends it and has absolute power over it all. What was his purpose, why is your son "important" and to whom? That's for Others to know, I suppose, and for us to find out, maybe. After all:
"Not as the world gives give I unto you" – Jesus, so they said.
"Why do you doubt your senses?" – Marley's Ghost in Dickens's "A Christmas Carol "
"There are more things in Heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreampt of in your philosophy" – Hamlet
Your careful analysis of that incident is most appreciated by my son and I. We often touch on it in discussion and we do not have a clue why Dan is 'important'. Every mum wants to think that her children are super special but, from the moment Dan arrived in my belly, his father and I were highly conscious that he had been so mysteriously predicted. Dan has his own extra knowledge to impart to the story.
He remembers, distinctly, being on a long journey with others, travelling through time and space but quite reluctantly. He says that he remembers entering my body at conception and being born later. He did have a very unusual birth reaction. You can read about that further on in my autobiography.
He was a very easy child to care for, gaining speech and physical abilities very early. He often said, when he was quite small, that he had memories of travelling and that he did not really want to come because he was forgetting what happened before.
He did some extremely dangerous things as a baby. Like poking a fork into an electric socket and acquiring a fascination for all things electrical or related to fire. He climbed up a ladder to follow his father onto a neighbour's roof and was completely fearless when he arrived up there, viewing the world from the apex of a roof.
He learned to read, write and do math before he began school and took virtually no teaching. I had to study science 101 with the Open University to be able to answer his questions! This was especially hard for me because I really disliked all math and science subjects, preferring languages when I was at school.
School was a major disappointment to him and he considered it a waste of precious time. He complained that 'teachers know nothing' until we paid a small fortune to get him into a private school in Aberdeen, when we lived there. He formed a special relationship with one, ex RAF man, Mr Sutherland who encouraged Dan to develop his interest in electronics and computing.
After that I home schooled him, which again did not require much from me. Dan self taught at all hours of the day and night until he became proficient at computer programming, electronics and ham radio.
I never did produce another child, despite wanting to brood a large family. It just never happened and I used to worry that, being an only child, Dan might suffer loneliness, but he didn't. He loved to do experiments, alone in his room and he is STILL like that.
He has fathered five children. The oldest is 25 and just like him intellectually. The others are under 14 and their mother moved away years ago with a new boyfriend. Dan took a very long time to recover from losing those children from his life. He was a fantastic father - the kind who lavished endless patience and love onto his children. When we mention them (rarely) he holds a hope that they will try to find him when they are old enough to make their own decisions.
At 51 now, Dan is a happy hermit with very few friends. He has a man-cave, filled with tech and related paraphernalia. He keeps weird hours because he connects, via internet, with people all over the world and he is often consulted to resolve difficult coding problems. Recently, he worked on a project with a Texas company developing 3-D for computer screens. He is very proud of that contribution to cutting edge tech and I admit that I was stunned when he showed me how he made an image jump out of the screen of his computer and appear to be in mid air!
We still do not know why that Indian gentleman impressed upon me that Dan was going to be important. He is as baffled about it as I am!
He has always had some very unusual characteristics.
When he was working on building sites as a late teenager he had very long hair and his workmates used to tease him by calling him Naz, short for Nazareth, because besides looking like Jesus, he would often come out with deep profundities that stopped people in their tracks. I am completely used to it, he has always done that.
Dan has very strong views about metaphysics and he has always spent a lot of energy trying to explain his beliefs to others. That is the one thing which can make him angry.... he gets cross with HIMSELF for being unable to verbalise his ideas in a sufficiently accurate manner.
Maybe his importance is yet to come? That is all I can guess.
You remind me of my son. He was born on the same date as my birthday, in 1973. I don't want to risk embarrassing him but he was always the boy straight from heaven. His sister, our eldest daughter, born in 1969, had been lonely and had wished for a baby brother so she immediately took my son as her gift and cared for him sweetly as a companion. We had three kids; our third daughter was born in 1973. I was there with my wife for all of their arrivals. Oh those precious days! My treasure in heaven! I can show something to prove that my life was not a waste.
You reminded me of my son in a few ways. He was and is very smart and became a novelist. He initiated my wife's career as a teacher (she went on to become a great teacher and is now a professor of educational psychology) because she taught him how to read. His idea of school was that school was the wonderful place you got to go to when you have proved that you knew things. My wife was told by the teacher that on his first day in kindergarten he read to the other children from his favourite TinTin comic book. If you've ever seen one of these you'll know that the language is quite sophisticated, senior grade school or even high school level today. My son's favourite word was "Bashi Bazooks", the imprecation from his favourite character, Captain Haddock.
So many precious memories! So many that were told to me by my wife so vividly that I seem to have been there, though actually I was off somewhere working. My son must have been perhaps 3 or 4 years old when he saw the steam coming from the spout of a kettle and exclaimed, "That's what makes the clouds!"
I am very lucky to still have a few photos from my wedding. I don't know what happened to the original album. I suspect that it may have been destroyed by my nemesis - someone you will read about later in my story! xx
I loved your description of how you commuted to work every day, although hectic sounds like an enjoyable ride. I did similar here in US from NJ to NY on and off for many yrs. I spent time in London in 70s and adored it there. Also curious to know what other language you speak and what was your job that you used it for? I'm bilingual as well. Enjoying your story, wedding sounds lovely.
I speak French and Spanish. I was working for an international freighting company as a secretary/PA at the time. In London, that was a very well paid job for such a young person.
That is so awesome Frances! I speak Spanish, used to be fluent, and bits of several others picked up a long the way. A few words of French, not as easy as Spanish.
Apologies, Frances. In the comments on one of your pieces (sorry, can't find it now), I suggested that Gurdjieff or Ouspensky or someone had also received visits from a mysterious maharajah. I have just been reminded that it was in fact Edgar Cayce, The Sleeping Prophet. Dark Journalist mentioned it in his show today starting at the 2:37:35 mark:
Maybe I'm misunderstanding but I read that the entrance and exit to your building was automatically alarmed and that you had not nor had anyone switched off that alarm even for a moment and yet this strangely garbed man came and went without the alarm being triggered. To top that, this strangely garbed man handed you a scrap of paper on which was written the address of your intended husband's parental home written in his handwriting and you only found out what the address was when your intended told you. I'll leave it at that. Such things do happen. I've personally been told similar stories of paranormal experiences and have read others which I have no reason to doubt and rational reason to credit as sincere. This information has convinced me because the stories have an air of credibility to me and I take my training in our language seriously and thus I take my skills in analyzing statements seriously. Maybe you are trying to fool us all, odd and silly as that would be – what possible reason could you have for doing that and thus exposing yourself to ridicule? But all of the people whose similar accounts I have personally heard and all of the accounts I have read and found consistent and credible cannot possibly have been fabrications. These accounts, both heard and written, fit into a consistent whole. They describe a consistent picture. The physical reality of our bodies is a location in our time and space of our consciousness, describable as our souls., but it is not the only location. There is another dimension, a dimension out of our time and space into which those who die enter and some people who have died can and do pass back and forth between our material world and that other place. Consciousness can exist outside of dead and living bodies. All of human written history testifies to living persons' experiences confirming that fact. It is the basis of every religion testified in every written record going back 5000 years. Beyond the bare fact that the spirits of the dead can manifest themselves to the living there is a veil of the unknowable well symbolized by the angel with a flaming sword guarding the Garden of Eden in Genesis. Thank God the tyrants of this mortal world will find out that fact when like all of us they pass away. It is enough that ghosts and spirits can tell us by their manifestations that the soul is real and enduring. Having accepted that on good evidence I have been revolutionized in my outlook on life and death.
I know that my story is hard to believe but I reported it here exactly as it happened. I have never been able to explain it and did, in fact, have a son as the stranger had stated. He impressed upon me that the boy would be 'important' and, of course, to me he certainly is! What further mission he has to perform concerns me but I know he is capable of whatever it is due to his amazing nature. We can only wait and see....
I've heard and certainly credited a story just as fantastic. A friend told me she had an aunt who was a cleaning supervisor at one of our hospitals many years ago. Her team was charged with sanitizing the operating rooms at the end of their shift in the wee hours of the morning. This involved disinfecting the floors and walls and all the surgical instruments and laying out the instruments on a sanitized white sheet on a table so they could be counted. The last room of the night was frequently a problem because often one of the instruments would be missing. There was nowhere in this room where this solid stainless steel scalpel or clamp or whatever could be mislaid. It was just disappeared. This happened in this one room several times a month regularly. My friend's aunt would have the rest of the team leave the room, then she would politely ask the spirit to please put the instrument back so the ladies could finish their shift and go home. Then she'd leave the room for a few minutes and when she returned the missing instrument would be back. This story gave me a lot of information. This was a solid steel object which the mischievous (but not mean, not hostile) spirit or ghost (?) had the power to dematerialize and materialize at will. Where did it go? To another place alongside our time and space world. What does that say about the true nature of what we accept as matter? Something very different from what we understand as material reality. This is similar to the note your apparition gave you, right?
I think so. Interestingly, my son frequently loses tools from his cupboard and then they reappear some time later. When his father was dying, my son told him to haunt him and this was agreed. They were very close.
Oh how unburdened we were then! Ignorance really was bliss...for behind the scenes evil forces were cooking up their stew of murder and mayhem.
Although our roots are very different, and the soil to which they are sunk literally worlds away- there is a bright sweetness forever living in our hearts. We remember when- with great clarity and, I think, because of these memories- we are all the more furious, all the more driven to expose the lies and theft.
Regardless of how these particular milestones turned out- the joy remains.
Dear Francis, I'm woefully behind in expressing my appreciation for several of your pieces - mainly because of the exhausting amount of info I read, may comment on, try to file sometimes, and share with my oldest son on his chat site.
First) My husband has heard your name and some of your pieces for a few months now. Today after much prep in the kitchen while having one of my herbal study sessions blaring, I asked him what he'd like to view/hear while we eat. He said for the hundredth time, nothing about the fuckerie please. (I listen to many people you do, docs, scientists, John OLooney etc and others a lot). So I said, "How about something fun, like Francis Leader's reminiscences?" He was dubious it would be fun. He knows you as one of my EMF experts along with RF Kennedy.....
He absolutely loved all 3 episodes. So fun! And we both enjoyed the three so much, I had to show him your post from July 31st. He said, "These are better than the 'Outlander' books". So thank you for an enjoyable Sunday dinner. Your marriage to Tony was so sweet, at least so far(!) compared to both of our first marriages circa 1976 and 1979..... Love, love your photos from the last free from total materialistic, mammon corporatism (in my mind) decade as well. WE did have real childhoods and wondrous adventures as young adults didn't we!
Second) The morning your poem about your son was in my email, I shouted some of it to said husband in the next room and he said, "When did you write that?" I said, "I didn't, Francis Leader did". He said, "My God, it sounds so much like us with Rhy's experience." I said, "I know." Rhy is our oldest son..... who has told me for 6 years that this is happening to thousands - at least - of men all over the world. Some details differ, but it is so similar to our heartbreaking experience and the mental calisthenics we all have to do to maintain.......something. Our hearts? Our minds? Extremely artificial phone conversations with grandchildren we have not seen for 6 years. Whose births we drove a continent to attend. Thank you for writing that for us.
Third) Ok, this is where we have nearly decided you are actually CIA spying on me. (Joking) Right after you posted the poem for your son, you posted a piece on the Royal Institute/ Chatham House. There is a picture of me - unless I threw it away - standing in that doorway. My sister has worked there since the late '90s. And may still. She lives in Saffron Walden still I suppose. Long story short, I have not seen or spoken with her in 11 years. And I haven't read that piece yet, but intend to.
I'm glad your life has been documented well enough to electronically share.
Thank you for your gift of writing and generosity in sharing.
If you are to ever find yourself in our Southeast Alaskan rain forest, our kettle will be on and our fire warm.
I would so love to see Alaska! It is one of those places that fires the imagination and evokes, in me, enormous respect for the people who live there. I guess you have to be made of tough stuff, so finding that you can relate to events in my life is an enormous compliment.
My story is written, after years of nagging by my family and friends, to preserve it for my grandchildren when they reach adulthood and want to know something about their roots.
As the story unfolds it has huge changes, joys and disappointments, just like everyone I know.
Thank you very much for letting me know that you are there, sharing.... it really means a lot to me! xx
SUNDAY IN MEMORY LANE (Episode 4)
https://francesleader.substack.com/p/sunday-in-memory-lane-episode-4
Padre Pio
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He bilocated frequently, even into sky to warn Allied planes. He continues to visit people after his death in 1968. He saw into minds and souls and distant events. I
No. This guy was a Sikh wearing a lot of pearls looped around his silky turban and he wore other jewels on a heavily ornamented brocade robe. He had large stones embedded into gold rings. Not at all monk-like.
I am not saying he was Padre Pio. Just giving an example of someone else who transcended place and time.
Oh right. Maybe there are lots of them? That is a lovely thought! I don't feel so weirded out by this unexplainable event now! Thanks Mary! xx
It is a very moving story to me. I had forgotten it and my reply until a reader named Audrey reminded me (thanks Audrey!). Thinking over the circumstances, I picture you spending an unspecified time answering that phone call after which you found the tea lady in the office kitchenette and then you "raced down the stairs to check the entrance" and found the door securely closed and alarmed and no one in the entrance way. It's possible that this man was a real physical man and that your answering the phone call was a long enough time for a man to go down the stairs and out the door and out of sight at a normal pace. But if so, the question would still remain how he opened the door to go without triggering the alarm, since as you said, opening the door for whatever reason would have set off the alarm bell in your office which you would have heard.
There is no physical possibility that you imagined the man or the note since Tony saw and read the note and confirmed that it was real. The note was certainly not a mere figment but a real object made of real paper and written upon with real ink or pencil and the address was real and written in Tony's real handwriting, though he did not recall writing it.
There's a perfectly rational explanation that fits all the evidence. The man was a real physical man but real, physically present in the hallway in the building in 1971, only for the purpose of giving you the note and his message. Having delivered his message and the note he then went on his way not by going through the door but by dematerializing just as he had come not by opening the door but by materializing in the hallway. However, the piece of paper did not dematerialize, rather it kept its material existence long enough for you to show it to Tony. The Annunciation which the messenger spoke was not written on the paper; the function of the note was to assure yourself and Tony and now all of us who read your account so many years in the future that the incident and the messenger could not possibly have been a figment of your imagination.
Maybe you are just making up a story. Maybe you'll now say, "Ha ha! I was lying. I made it all up just to make a fool of you and all my readers and myself." That would be a "rational explanation" for a lot of our modern believers in Rationalism. I dare say that you won't say that, that you are not lying at all. I don't find that "explanation" probable enough to even bother arguing it. There's no use bandying foolish words with prejudiced people.
Our materialistic culture is specifically informed and challenged by this incident. There will be readers who will insist that the incident could not possibly be real. There must be, they will insist, a "rational explanation". I would reply, and so should you I think, that there is a perfectly rational explanation since there is nothing at all irrational in accepting what the evidence plainly tells us. What is irrational, motivated by prejudice and not by observation and reason, is to try to 'explain away' what our senses and reason so obviously and specifically tell us. The resemblance between your experience and the Annunciation of Mary in the Gospel of Luke will occur to the common materialistic skeptic and prompt such a person to say you imagined it all or you are telling a fib. But your messenger, angelic as he seems, has already anticipated this argument by giving you the real material paper note and by Tony reading it. So your angelic messenger anticipated the future in this small (but very significant!) way as well. He was not bound by time or space. So we may take his message even further: he informs us that our physical being and every physical being is real in time and space but also that nothing is always real in time and space because there is another reality which contains time and space and transcends it and has absolute power over it all. What was his purpose, why is your son "important" and to whom? That's for Others to know, I suppose, and for us to find out, maybe. After all:
"Not as the world gives give I unto you" – Jesus, so they said.
"Why do you doubt your senses?" – Marley's Ghost in Dickens's "A Christmas Carol "
"There are more things in Heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreampt of in your philosophy" – Hamlet
Your careful analysis of that incident is most appreciated by my son and I. We often touch on it in discussion and we do not have a clue why Dan is 'important'. Every mum wants to think that her children are super special but, from the moment Dan arrived in my belly, his father and I were highly conscious that he had been so mysteriously predicted. Dan has his own extra knowledge to impart to the story.
He remembers, distinctly, being on a long journey with others, travelling through time and space but quite reluctantly. He says that he remembers entering my body at conception and being born later. He did have a very unusual birth reaction. You can read about that further on in my autobiography.
He was a very easy child to care for, gaining speech and physical abilities very early. He often said, when he was quite small, that he had memories of travelling and that he did not really want to come because he was forgetting what happened before.
He did some extremely dangerous things as a baby. Like poking a fork into an electric socket and acquiring a fascination for all things electrical or related to fire. He climbed up a ladder to follow his father onto a neighbour's roof and was completely fearless when he arrived up there, viewing the world from the apex of a roof.
He learned to read, write and do math before he began school and took virtually no teaching. I had to study science 101 with the Open University to be able to answer his questions! This was especially hard for me because I really disliked all math and science subjects, preferring languages when I was at school.
School was a major disappointment to him and he considered it a waste of precious time. He complained that 'teachers know nothing' until we paid a small fortune to get him into a private school in Aberdeen, when we lived there. He formed a special relationship with one, ex RAF man, Mr Sutherland who encouraged Dan to develop his interest in electronics and computing.
After that I home schooled him, which again did not require much from me. Dan self taught at all hours of the day and night until he became proficient at computer programming, electronics and ham radio.
I never did produce another child, despite wanting to brood a large family. It just never happened and I used to worry that, being an only child, Dan might suffer loneliness, but he didn't. He loved to do experiments, alone in his room and he is STILL like that.
He has fathered five children. The oldest is 25 and just like him intellectually. The others are under 14 and their mother moved away years ago with a new boyfriend. Dan took a very long time to recover from losing those children from his life. He was a fantastic father - the kind who lavished endless patience and love onto his children. When we mention them (rarely) he holds a hope that they will try to find him when they are old enough to make their own decisions.
At 51 now, Dan is a happy hermit with very few friends. He has a man-cave, filled with tech and related paraphernalia. He keeps weird hours because he connects, via internet, with people all over the world and he is often consulted to resolve difficult coding problems. Recently, he worked on a project with a Texas company developing 3-D for computer screens. He is very proud of that contribution to cutting edge tech and I admit that I was stunned when he showed me how he made an image jump out of the screen of his computer and appear to be in mid air!
We still do not know why that Indian gentleman impressed upon me that Dan was going to be important. He is as baffled about it as I am!
He has always had some very unusual characteristics.
When he was working on building sites as a late teenager he had very long hair and his workmates used to tease him by calling him Naz, short for Nazareth, because besides looking like Jesus, he would often come out with deep profundities that stopped people in their tracks. I am completely used to it, he has always done that.
Dan has very strong views about metaphysics and he has always spent a lot of energy trying to explain his beliefs to others. That is the one thing which can make him angry.... he gets cross with HIMSELF for being unable to verbalise his ideas in a sufficiently accurate manner.
Maybe his importance is yet to come? That is all I can guess.
You remind me of my son. He was born on the same date as my birthday, in 1973. I don't want to risk embarrassing him but he was always the boy straight from heaven. His sister, our eldest daughter, born in 1969, had been lonely and had wished for a baby brother so she immediately took my son as her gift and cared for him sweetly as a companion. We had three kids; our third daughter was born in 1973. I was there with my wife for all of their arrivals. Oh those precious days! My treasure in heaven! I can show something to prove that my life was not a waste.
You reminded me of my son in a few ways. He was and is very smart and became a novelist. He initiated my wife's career as a teacher (she went on to become a great teacher and is now a professor of educational psychology) because she taught him how to read. His idea of school was that school was the wonderful place you got to go to when you have proved that you knew things. My wife was told by the teacher that on his first day in kindergarten he read to the other children from his favourite TinTin comic book. If you've ever seen one of these you'll know that the language is quite sophisticated, senior grade school or even high school level today. My son's favourite word was "Bashi Bazooks", the imprecation from his favourite character, Captain Haddock.
So many precious memories! So many that were told to me by my wife so vividly that I seem to have been there, though actually I was off somewhere working. My son must have been perhaps 3 or 4 years old when he saw the steam coming from the spout of a kettle and exclaimed, "That's what makes the clouds!"
OOPS! Our third daughter was born in 1976, not 1973.
What a beautiful bride! I am loving these stories of your life. Thank you, Frances.
The photo of the four of you outside the church was a real bonus Frances. Thanks for including. x
I am very lucky to still have a few photos from my wedding. I don't know what happened to the original album. I suspect that it may have been destroyed by my nemesis - someone you will read about later in my story! xx
I loved your description of how you commuted to work every day, although hectic sounds like an enjoyable ride. I did similar here in US from NJ to NY on and off for many yrs. I spent time in London in 70s and adored it there. Also curious to know what other language you speak and what was your job that you used it for? I'm bilingual as well. Enjoying your story, wedding sounds lovely.
I speak French and Spanish. I was working for an international freighting company as a secretary/PA at the time. In London, that was a very well paid job for such a young person.
That is so awesome Frances! I speak Spanish, used to be fluent, and bits of several others picked up a long the way. A few words of French, not as easy as Spanish.
Great story of your memorable wedding day. You were a beautiful bride for sure. 🥰
Apologies, Frances. In the comments on one of your pieces (sorry, can't find it now), I suggested that Gurdjieff or Ouspensky or someone had also received visits from a mysterious maharajah. I have just been reminded that it was in fact Edgar Cayce, The Sleeping Prophet. Dark Journalist mentioned it in his show today starting at the 2:37:35 mark:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-DgrBOv0hQ&t=893s
You are in excellent company!
Oh! What a strange coincidence!
simply lovely & Beautiful, an enjoyable read that I can connect with. Respect & X2 All
Maybe I'm misunderstanding but I read that the entrance and exit to your building was automatically alarmed and that you had not nor had anyone switched off that alarm even for a moment and yet this strangely garbed man came and went without the alarm being triggered. To top that, this strangely garbed man handed you a scrap of paper on which was written the address of your intended husband's parental home written in his handwriting and you only found out what the address was when your intended told you. I'll leave it at that. Such things do happen. I've personally been told similar stories of paranormal experiences and have read others which I have no reason to doubt and rational reason to credit as sincere. This information has convinced me because the stories have an air of credibility to me and I take my training in our language seriously and thus I take my skills in analyzing statements seriously. Maybe you are trying to fool us all, odd and silly as that would be – what possible reason could you have for doing that and thus exposing yourself to ridicule? But all of the people whose similar accounts I have personally heard and all of the accounts I have read and found consistent and credible cannot possibly have been fabrications. These accounts, both heard and written, fit into a consistent whole. They describe a consistent picture. The physical reality of our bodies is a location in our time and space of our consciousness, describable as our souls., but it is not the only location. There is another dimension, a dimension out of our time and space into which those who die enter and some people who have died can and do pass back and forth between our material world and that other place. Consciousness can exist outside of dead and living bodies. All of human written history testifies to living persons' experiences confirming that fact. It is the basis of every religion testified in every written record going back 5000 years. Beyond the bare fact that the spirits of the dead can manifest themselves to the living there is a veil of the unknowable well symbolized by the angel with a flaming sword guarding the Garden of Eden in Genesis. Thank God the tyrants of this mortal world will find out that fact when like all of us they pass away. It is enough that ghosts and spirits can tell us by their manifestations that the soul is real and enduring. Having accepted that on good evidence I have been revolutionized in my outlook on life and death.
I know that my story is hard to believe but I reported it here exactly as it happened. I have never been able to explain it and did, in fact, have a son as the stranger had stated. He impressed upon me that the boy would be 'important' and, of course, to me he certainly is! What further mission he has to perform concerns me but I know he is capable of whatever it is due to his amazing nature. We can only wait and see....
I've heard and certainly credited a story just as fantastic. A friend told me she had an aunt who was a cleaning supervisor at one of our hospitals many years ago. Her team was charged with sanitizing the operating rooms at the end of their shift in the wee hours of the morning. This involved disinfecting the floors and walls and all the surgical instruments and laying out the instruments on a sanitized white sheet on a table so they could be counted. The last room of the night was frequently a problem because often one of the instruments would be missing. There was nowhere in this room where this solid stainless steel scalpel or clamp or whatever could be mislaid. It was just disappeared. This happened in this one room several times a month regularly. My friend's aunt would have the rest of the team leave the room, then she would politely ask the spirit to please put the instrument back so the ladies could finish their shift and go home. Then she'd leave the room for a few minutes and when she returned the missing instrument would be back. This story gave me a lot of information. This was a solid steel object which the mischievous (but not mean, not hostile) spirit or ghost (?) had the power to dematerialize and materialize at will. Where did it go? To another place alongside our time and space world. What does that say about the true nature of what we accept as matter? Something very different from what we understand as material reality. This is similar to the note your apparition gave you, right?
I think so. Interestingly, my son frequently loses tools from his cupboard and then they reappear some time later. When his father was dying, my son told him to haunt him and this was agreed. They were very close.
Oh how unburdened we were then! Ignorance really was bliss...for behind the scenes evil forces were cooking up their stew of murder and mayhem.
Although our roots are very different, and the soil to which they are sunk literally worlds away- there is a bright sweetness forever living in our hearts. We remember when- with great clarity and, I think, because of these memories- we are all the more furious, all the more driven to expose the lies and theft.
Regardless of how these particular milestones turned out- the joy remains.
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My sentiments exactly.
You spread so much love in your Memory Lane musings, Frances! Thank you!
lovely memories! Frances & Tony are the cutest couple ever!
Dear Francis, I'm woefully behind in expressing my appreciation for several of your pieces - mainly because of the exhausting amount of info I read, may comment on, try to file sometimes, and share with my oldest son on his chat site.
First) My husband has heard your name and some of your pieces for a few months now. Today after much prep in the kitchen while having one of my herbal study sessions blaring, I asked him what he'd like to view/hear while we eat. He said for the hundredth time, nothing about the fuckerie please. (I listen to many people you do, docs, scientists, John OLooney etc and others a lot). So I said, "How about something fun, like Francis Leader's reminiscences?" He was dubious it would be fun. He knows you as one of my EMF experts along with RF Kennedy.....
He absolutely loved all 3 episodes. So fun! And we both enjoyed the three so much, I had to show him your post from July 31st. He said, "These are better than the 'Outlander' books". So thank you for an enjoyable Sunday dinner. Your marriage to Tony was so sweet, at least so far(!) compared to both of our first marriages circa 1976 and 1979..... Love, love your photos from the last free from total materialistic, mammon corporatism (in my mind) decade as well. WE did have real childhoods and wondrous adventures as young adults didn't we!
Second) The morning your poem about your son was in my email, I shouted some of it to said husband in the next room and he said, "When did you write that?" I said, "I didn't, Francis Leader did". He said, "My God, it sounds so much like us with Rhy's experience." I said, "I know." Rhy is our oldest son..... who has told me for 6 years that this is happening to thousands - at least - of men all over the world. Some details differ, but it is so similar to our heartbreaking experience and the mental calisthenics we all have to do to maintain.......something. Our hearts? Our minds? Extremely artificial phone conversations with grandchildren we have not seen for 6 years. Whose births we drove a continent to attend. Thank you for writing that for us.
Third) Ok, this is where we have nearly decided you are actually CIA spying on me. (Joking) Right after you posted the poem for your son, you posted a piece on the Royal Institute/ Chatham House. There is a picture of me - unless I threw it away - standing in that doorway. My sister has worked there since the late '90s. And may still. She lives in Saffron Walden still I suppose. Long story short, I have not seen or spoken with her in 11 years. And I haven't read that piece yet, but intend to.
I'm glad your life has been documented well enough to electronically share.
Thank you for your gift of writing and generosity in sharing.
If you are to ever find yourself in our Southeast Alaskan rain forest, our kettle will be on and our fire warm.
jill
I would so love to see Alaska! It is one of those places that fires the imagination and evokes, in me, enormous respect for the people who live there. I guess you have to be made of tough stuff, so finding that you can relate to events in my life is an enormous compliment.
My story is written, after years of nagging by my family and friends, to preserve it for my grandchildren when they reach adulthood and want to know something about their roots.
As the story unfolds it has huge changes, joys and disappointments, just like everyone I know.
Thank you very much for letting me know that you are there, sharing.... it really means a lot to me! xx
Absolutely adorable
cos i read so much i tend to race through articles but with these memories i take my time, they are most enjoyable!
Aw! That makes the writing of them so worthwhile. Many thanks xx