From Death’s Sleep (The French
Revelation by Edward C Randall, p.197)
“We (E.C. Randall and medium
Mrs French) had participated in one of the most remarkable
experiences that it has been the privilege of man to have.
We had talked with one who had left the physical body, and
witnessed his awakening.” Read on:
… (cont.) …
Spirit: refusing to accept he’s dead- Well, sir,
finding myself in this unfamiliar situation I will not be
lacking in courtesy ..
Randall: For many years,
I have been engaged in psychical research, with this psychic
(medium Mrs French) who sits opposite me, trying to obtain
a practical solution of that great physical change called
Spirit: What has that to
do with me? I am not dead nor am I interested in the subject.
Randall: Wait a moment
please. You will be interested when I tell you that I have
discovered something of the daily life and environment of
the individual after he has ceased to be an inhabitant of
Spirit: You are entirely
mistaken in your statements; there is no survival- no continuity
of life. Death is the end.
Randall: Are you sure?
Randall: Suppose I could
prove to you here and now, that death, so called, is but
a physical change, the separation of the life force from
the flesh garment, that substance with which it is clothed
during its journey on this plane – suppose I could
demonstrate here and now that the individual has a spirit
body composed of matter with form, feature, and expression
during his entire earth-life, and at dissolution simply
becomes an inhabitant of the next plane of consciousness
with the same spirit body, in short, the same identical
Spirit: There is no such
thing as life after death … I cannot accept a word
you say about life after death. There is no other life-there
can be none- a man dies like a dog …
… do you mean to tell me you
have talked to dead people?
Randall: I did not say
that; I said that I have talked to those who have made the
change called death. There is, in reality, no death, there
are no dead.
Spirit: Talk sense …
we have all seen dead people, have seen their bodies buried
and you tell me there is no dead.
Randall: … what do
you recall about your last illness?
Spirit: My memory seems
hazy … I recall lying on bed, the physician waiting,
my wife and children sobbing … The doctor said, “He
is passing now” that did give me a start; there were
some who would like to see me dead- but I fooled them- for
I did not die. If I had died, how could I be here? ….
There are no dead people, and if there were, I don’t
want to see them. I have enough trouble with the living
without bothering with the dead.
(with the co-operation of the
rescue spirit team, people the spirit knew had crossed over
from his time start to approach him …)
My God! People, people, people!
… and all looking at me, all with bodies like my own;
what strange hallucination is this? Where am ? What am I?
Randall: You are no longer
an inhabitant of this (earth) world but are actually living
in the afterlife. Is there no one you know among those you
see, who, to your knowledge, are counted among the dead,
Spirit: None one …
but WAIT.. there comes John – my old partner. Why
does he … of all men, come? He is dead! I helped bury
him. I was his executor. Take him and that woman and the
boy away. I won’t see them, I tell you. They are dead,
all dead. They are coming to arrest me. How can they, when
they are all dead? Tell me, tell me, tell me quick.
Randall: What wrong did
you do ….
Spirit: Wrong? Who said
I did them any wrong. I was faithful to the trust.
IN ANSWER ANOTHER SPIRIT SPOKE:
”No, you were not faithful. You stole the money entrusted
to you for my wife and child, and left them to suffer. There
never was, and never can be a secret in the world. When
you kept from my loved ones that which I left for their
support, and let them die in want, I saw, and all your friends
in spirit life saw your act and working of your mind”.
secret in the world? My crime known! The dead alive! Have
I too left my physical body to find life when I thought
to find oblivion? Am I to meet all those I have wronged?
I cannot face the future! Darkness is gathering! I am falling!
God help me!
(The voice faltered, struggled
for further speech, and was lost. The gross material that
clothed his organs of respiration disintegrated, and he
spoke no more.)