“If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me, I will give them the water of life.”
Light Cross
Right at the beginning of my awakening, I began to mentally place crosses of light in rooms and in front of houses. Signs of the power of love, salvation, and victory, shining far into the spiritual world. Sometimes I observe the departed souls in our garden, attracted by the light of the cross there. Some approach curiously and examine it, others quickly move away again. Occasionally, a group of departed souls gathers, engaged in lively conversation and discussion. When a spark of light flashes, heavenly spirits approach. They fulfill the longing of those who seek with love and guide them to brighter realms. When appropriate, I speak to the spirits who visit us. These are the words I also address to the dead in cemeteries. In doing so, I am filled with divine authority and the certainty of salvation. Full of compassion, I am allowed to point out their respective status and prepare them for their encounter with angels. I practice my earthly profession in the care of severely disabled persons; caring for departed souls corresponds to this task in the spiritual realm. Unrecognized by the world, I am a worker in the Lord’s vineyard.
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When I have spiritual conversations with my brothers and sisters, I sometimes perceive visitors from the beyond who listen with interest. The longer the discussions last, the more spirits ‘crowd’ into the room. They are hungry and let the words sink deep into their hearts, from which they derive great benefit. But it is not only the deceased who are present. Beings from other worlds are also spiritually present, giving them insight into earthly conditions and the divine father-child love on earth. For some, a visit is an incentive to incarnate soon.
Thus, not only do we on this side grow, but the entire illustrious company learns in this circle. And it is such a joy to be part of this mixed group with Jesus Christ in our midst.
Every person who sincerely follows the Christian path of love attracts good energies and is always surrounded by helpful spirits.
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During my summer run through golden yellow wheat fields and bright green forests, I had used up my drinking water supply. In a village, a cemetery came just at the right moment to refill my water bottle. On my way to the well, I noticed the departed souls lingering at their graves. My guardian spirit instructed me to pray for them and speak to them.
I was filled with certainty and truthfulness and told the deceased to call upon Jesus Christ in their hearts, for only he could help them. They had to leave their graves now, and angels would soon come and lead them to their destiny. This always happens as soon as I leave the place. But one of them immediately stood up and
said angrily to the others, “What does this fool want here? Don’t believe a word he says, this pompous windbag!” And to me he said, “Get out of here! What are you doing here?”
I replied, “Believe me, it is only about your salvation. Only love determines my words and actions, for everything belongs to God and not to me. Leave this place, this is not your home . Follow the angels and let them lead you to your true home.”
These words, and also because I saw them, made some of them think, whereupon they turned away from the soul that did not want to leave this place, which harbors their dead past, and therefore wanted to bind the others to itself. Then I ran on with a joyful heart, aware that salvation is happening here, and thanked God for this grace.
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Vacation in Austria
During our afternoon tour of the resort town, we passed a few houses that were no longer inhabitable. Suddenly, darkness spread around me, I could hardly breathe, a weight of tons lay on my soul. With the eyes of my spirit, I looked into the gloomy dwellings. Deceased people from ancient and modern times inhabited these dead walls. It was the saddest sight I had seen in a long time. What misery! Buried alive, they dwelled in their miserable pasts, fallen into lethargy, vegetating without hope. Only when we had left this place did the oppression lift and I felt physically restored. Now I could pray for the poor souls, asking the Father to send his angels to awaken these dead. He agreed – and we visited the city afterwards, feeling grateful and relieved.
(NB: God cannot be moved to mercy, for he is all mercy himself. It is always the Father who fills the child with caring and compassionate love. He causes the human heart to speak to him—through which he gives himself to his child both in the request and in its fulfillment. It is his greatest joy to accomplish the work of salvation together with his children.)
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A friend has died. I was allowed to wash and dress his body. As I did so, I spoke to his soul, which was still present, and apologized for my wrongdoing, because in my self-righteousness I once hurt him very much. I am wholeheartedly grateful for this opportunity to make amends.
Sometimes it happens that someone dies with whom one is not at peace; then one may grieve that one did not speak out during their lifetime. This can be the case in a family that has grown apart, between parents and children or between siblings, as well as in a neighborly or professional enmity. The fact that deceased persons remain in the sphere of their former environment for a longer period of time may well be due to an unresolved bond or rivalry. It is not uncommon for a resident of the beyond to torment a former earthly enemy out of anger or vindictiveness and to cause harm by influencing their living conditions. If you find yourself in such a situation, you can take your plight to the Father with a request that he convey forgiveness to the deceased person or ask for forgiveness. If they are not completely hardened, they will sooner or later find this and the love associated with it within themselves. You can also entrust the Father with the insurmountable grief you feel at the death of a loved one. It is important to know that persistent longing can bind the deceased to the earthly sphere. When God brings about liberation here, it is therefore mutual, both for those who have passed away and for those who remain behind.
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A colleague at work had committed suicide. One night he came to visit me in a dream, insulted me, and gave me a resounding slap in the face—I don’t know why this was allowed. Occasionally, this experience came to mind and I liked to pray for Hans. Years later, he visited me again. His love touched me deeply. Obviously, he had ascended and now inhabits a lighter sphere. I am already looking forward to seeing him again. One day there will be many reunions in our spiritual home and there will be great joy in our hearts. But all these encounters pale in comparison to the presence of Jesus. He outshines everything that happens in time and eternity. Only in our shared love for and in him do every encounter and every reunion become a celebration of heavenly bliss.
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Visiting a friend. In the garden, I encountered her grandfather, who had died a few years ago. He was busy gardening, which he had always done during his earthly existence. He glanced casually at me while continuing to bustle about in the shed to give the impression of importance. I urged him emphatically: He was dead and had to leave this place in order to make his way to his spiritual home. God would take care of his wife and his house, and one day, when she too entered the realm of the beyond, he would see her again.
But he had to go ahead in order to be ready for it. It was very important that he turn to Jesus Christ, because then healing and homecoming would proceed quickly.
After about a year, I visited again. During the conversation, an aggressive and malicious energy suddenly entered the room. It was the grandfather, who had now become even more hardened and malicious. I could not penetrate his sphere; every bright thought was attacked and blocked by him. Once a soul has surrendered to the dark forces, it often remains trapped in bitterness and hatred for a long time.
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I took my uncle back to the nursing home after a birthday party. I helped him out of his suit and put him in sweatpants and a T-shirt. We talked about this and that. When the conversation turned to his late wife, I suddenly sensed her presence. I felt her joy and affection because of my helpfulness toward her husband. However, when I hung his suit pants neatly but not exactly folded on the hanger, she reacted angrily, reprimanded me, and told me to hang the pants more carefully. I was astonished and irritated that someone who had been dead for years would focus on such material trifles in such an encounter and place them above the warmth I had shown her.
This experience shows how difficult it is to let go of selfish views and imperious behavior brought with us into the afterlife. Only when a person has awakened a longing for their true home in love for the heavenly Father does he detach himself from all negative qualities, and only then does he find freedom of spirit.
(NB: My uncle, with whom I have a deep heart connection due to our shared faith, has since passed away. On the night after his death, I was guided in spirit through his birthplace and place of residence, but in the 1960s, which obviously had a profound effect on him. The next day, he visited me, and his affection and love touched me deeply. He will visit me often on my journey through life, for he was once a beloved brother in Jesus Christ—and now he is again.)
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The hostess’s deceased mother was present at a dinner party. The longing for her daughter and the pain associated with it filled me completely, causing me to cry. When asked why I was crying and what was wrong, I did not want to answer and did not want to mention the mother’s presence. However, she pressed me to tell her daughter what she had said. I finally promised to do so, but postponed it until later, as I found it difficult to speak. After the meal, I conveyed the mother’s message to my friend. She knows that I am psychic and therefore had no problem believing me.
When you come into contact with beloved deceased persons, it becomes very emotional, and the waves of emotion run high. We embraced each other in tears and sat silently for a long time to reflect on what had happened. However, I secretly told the mother that she had to let go of her child and, above all, let Jesus Christ into her heart in order to be freed from earthly burdens, so that she could find fulfillment in the afterlife after her difficult time on earth.
When I visited again, we talked about the family’s past circumstances. Then the mother appeared again. She had grown spiritually, every movement of her heart was graceful and gentle, full of forgiveness and understanding. This gave rise to an indescribable peace. She had taken up her calling and now cares for the souls who died young. She had already practiced the profession of childcare on earth; children had always been her elixir of life and love. Above all, I was delighted by her love for God, in which she had found her home. This time I did not have to cry, but was filled with joy and gratitude.
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New York Marathon
At large running events, you can always experience this collective spirit of the running community. There is an overwhelming atmosphere of excitement at the start. And here, there were over 45,000 running enthusiasts sending out this signal.
The first few miles through Brooklyn were at a moderate pace, and I soaked up the atmosphere of this part of the city. Ahead of me was a man running with a photo of a very pretty young woman stuck to his back and a note saying that she had died at the age of 20. When I decided to run alongside the man, I was overcome with heartbreaking pain. I could hardly breathe, everything inside me contracted, I had never experienced such deep grief for someone else before. I cried and tried to hide it as best I could while running. When I had calmed down again, I spoke to the man: “Hello, I’m from Germany. Are you running this marathon in memory of your daughter?” “Yes!” he replied, and I asked further: “Why did she die?”
“She had cancer,” he replied. We looked at each other, and now I saw the pain in his eyes and, hidden within it, the nameless love for his daughter.
Now she was there. She urged me to talk to her father, but I was embarrassed to introduce myself as a medium. We continued running side by side until, about a quarter of a mile later, I was able to overcome my hesitation: “Do you believe your daughter is still alive?”
“Yes, I do!” His gaze first expressed surprise and then became full of expectation at this question. It seemed as if he had unconsciously longed for this moment, and I sensed that his soul had been prepared for this encounter. Now I could no longer hold back; the presence of his daughter permeated me so much that I let her speak:
“Hello Daddy! Oh, I love you so much! … Please think always about me, oh Daddy … I will never forget you … Oh Daddy, I love you … Today you will lose your pain … I am with you …”.
The words just bubbled out of her/me, and she told him so sincerely how much she loved him and that she was fine and everything would be okay, that I could finally only speak in a broken voice, so deep were the feelings and the indescribable joy of the reunion. Again and again, the father groaned with a “Yes!” or “Oh!” until finally the connection broke off. He obviously had no doubt that he was talking to his deceased daughter.
I don’t remember how far we had traveled by then, nor whether anyone had overheard our “conversation.” My consciousness had completely detached itself from my body in the midst of this media manipulation, but my body simply kept running as if in a trance. I had experienced something similar before. Once again, our wet eyes met. In that gaze, I saw God’s love embracing my newfound brother. And since I couldn’t think of anything better to do, I clenched my fist as a sign of perseverance on every level—we were running a marathon, after all—and picked up the pace to bring about a separation.
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At the funeral service for the husband of a friend of my wife’s. From the gallery, I saw the deceased standing by his coffin. I didn’t know if he had been a believer, but he was obviously under great grace, for Jesus was present at the funeral service. He showed the departed that he was absolutely accepted in God’s embrace. Then he took him by the hand and led him out while the service was still in full swing. In my heart, I saw that the Father would accompany him on his way to his spiritual home and help him remove the obstacles along the way so that he would reach his destination safely.
Seen with earthly eyes, this funeral was a sad and sorrowful one. Seen with the eyes of the spirit, it was full of luminous beauty. When Jesus is present, heaven is opened and many of its inhabitants turn the funeral service into a true celebration of joy. Joy and cheerfulness prevailed over the grace of the homecoming, and the hearts of the spirits present were filled with gratitude for this gift from God.
From the otherworldly perspective, the pompous funerals of high-ranking and prominent personalities, who are virtually canonized by the mass media during their lifetime and even more so in death, are rather dreary.
While in this world, national or even worldwide sympathy and kilometer-long funeral processions accompany the celebrations (which make one inclined to believe that God himself is being buried here – which, in terms of godlessness, is indeed true), the spirits of light keep their distance from arrogance and self-adulation, because the highly praised celebrities usually lead a deluded material life in exaggerated egoism. The oft-proclaimed statement, “I love you all!” results solely from self-love that basks in adoration. When faith is publicly displayed, it is mostly mere lip service or serves to reposition oneself in the marketplace.
Once they arrive on the other side, the dead want to maintain their status of power, recognition, and wealth. They are also ruled by arrogance, greed, and lust for power in the afterlife and wander blindly in the wrong direction, where they only meet their peers. Often, it takes them centuries to realize their mistake, and only then do they begin to ask for liberation from the prison they have created for themselves.
There is no prominence in the afterlife—here there is one Father and many children. Only selfless love, which is the love of God in the humble heart, bestows gradual states of bliss that are outwardly visible in the spiritual world and testify to closeness to Jesus Christ. However, this does not represent a higher status, but rather a more loving degree of service to one’s neighbor.
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At funerals, one experiences a wide variety of states of the deceased. Some grieve that they did not concern themselves with life after death during their earthly existence. Only now, after everything earthly has been swallowed up by the abyss of death, do spaces of insight open up in which the futility and meaninglessness of a purely material way of life are revealed. However, this is only the case for people who have a fundamental need for goodness. In them, a hunger for spiritual nourishment soon awakens. After a shorter or longer phase of self-discovery and orientation, they are led to appropriate training rooms where, with good will, they can make up for what they missed in their earthly life in order to finally embark on the path to eternity.
Unfortunately, many who have passed away are completely consumed by destructive energies due to the sinful desires they created on earth, which have taken such hold of them that they completely determine their thoughts and actions. They are so unconscious of this that they submit more or less unresponsively to the events after death – they remain attached to the earth for a long time. Others despair in the apparent hopelessness of their self-created prison. I have heard bitter lamentations there. In the name of the Father, I pray fervently for them. Sometimes peace then descends upon the scene – the soul is covered with a ‘cloth’ of light and love. Now it is responsive and learns what it must do to become free.
In some deceased persons, their excessive self-love and the resulting lack of conscience have extinguished any ability to distinguish between good and evil. Their hearts are abysmally dark. Their death in the delusional worlds of the beyond lasts for decades and centuries. They love their darkness and defend it with all their might. Only after a long process of purification do the hellish creations fade away, and then gentle attempts at conversion by emissaries from heaven may bring about a change of heart.
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A vision has accompanied me for years. A large crowd of beings from the beyond, all emaciated and dressed in ragged clothes, wander aimlessly through a desolate desert. Their eyes are empty and hopeless, they trudge along robotically – they don’t even have tears left to express their helplessness. There are thousands of them, the caravan of death is endless. Lost souls, hungry and thirsty, wandering through their otherworldly deserts. Since they did not consume spiritual nourishment during their earthly lives, they do not know how to do so now, nor do they know where to turn to ask for food or drink. They never allowed a spark of love for God or their neighbor; only love for themselves and, as a result, for material things determined their existence. Since the light nature of the spheres beyond is shaped solely by love for God and neighbor, they find no way out of their desolation.
This dead multitude of souls, which actually exists, also symbolizes the condition of humanity on this side, for the majority serve only themselves and material things—a spiritual world is as foreign to them as the sun is to an octopus in the depths of the sea. Just like those in the beyond, souls in the flesh hunger and thirst for spiritual nourishment in the deserts of their godlessness. However, they do not see or feel their wretchedness, as they cover it up with worldly noise and bustle. Their neglect only becomes visible to them in the pain and loneliness that temporarily banish love for the world from their souls. But as soon as things get better again, people fall back into selfish habits and become frozen once more in their material decay.
But it will not be long before the truth permeates the earth and exposes all falsehood. This event will be a source of joy and salvation for the children of God, but judgment for the children of the world if they do not change their blindness and unscrupulous activity.
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Three more explanations about the conditions and whereabouts of the spiritually blind deceased:
Not every deceased person is aware of their death. Especially those who depart from earthly existence unexpectedly believe, after awakening from the unconsciousness of death, that they are still in their bodies, as they primarily perceive themselves in the imagination of their previous incarnation. Depending on their state of development, they will sooner or later be confronted with their actual fate.
Although they continue to linger in their former dwellings, surroundings, or graves, the dead live in a projected illusory world. They eke out their existence in a world within a world, so to speak, or in other words: they exist in a dreamlike projection that is formed and maintained by their consciousness. This may include their former location, but it may also represent a completely different world in which the soul is located at or near the site of its former earthly existence. Similar to a sleeping person who is in a distant dream world but is actually physically present in the real world.
From the perspective of the inhabitant of the beyond, a visitor enters their spherical world, i.e., their imaginary world, which the deceased consider to be reality. For the medium, the perspective depends on their point of view: some see the spherical projections, others see the actual location of the deceased. If the medium is advanced, they see both worlds – or, in the best case, three: the dream sphere of the deceased, their real cosmic location, and creation with all its contents in its spiritual reality. More details on this can be found in the chapter ‘The Afterlife’.
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