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My Proof of Survival about friendship beyond the grave.

February 2000

by Don M. Johnson

Dr. Lora G. Anderson was my best friend and metaphysical cohort. For nearly twenty years, I stepped outside of my profession of architecture and managed our mutual business in Lewiston, Idaho. In the early 1980s we moved to Southern California and affiliated with a metaphysical church in Woodland Hills—The Sanctuary of Revelations, Inc. Dr. Barry Lane, founder and current minister of the Sanctuary, is an enlightened teacher, as well as a psychic and trance medium. Read the rest of this entry »

True Mystic Experiences

March 2001

by  J. Grimes

Gather around, gentle readers. Open your eyes and your mind, and get ready to be entertained with the true story of the house that never was. I grew up in a small city in southern Ohio called Zanesville. During my early childhood I was raised on a farm my father owned. When I was about eight years old we sold it and moved to the city. This opened up a whole new world for me, especially after I was given a bike. As passenger and freight trains were still common at that time, a bunch of us kids would ride to the train station and pass our after-school hours watching the coming and going of the trains. Nothing unusual about that, except at certain times when weather conditions were right, such as stormy overcast nights, sometimes we could see the outline of an old house off in the distance. Read the rest of this entry »

True Mystic Experience

April 2005

by Lillian Burton

As a little girl I always asked God in my night prayers to send guardian angels to care for me. In my later years I still asked for protection with the angels. Somehow it seemed to give me the strength I needed in so many things. In all my 91 years I still said this prayer and believed.

On December 1, 2003, I felt a twinge and fluttering in my heart. Feeling rather weak and unsteady I took to bed. For a week I lay there, feeling these were to be my last days on earth. I didn’t even bother to eat. As I lay in bed I prayed that God would take me quietly with no pain or discomfort— Read the rest of this entry »

True Mystical Experience

by Dianne Lawson

Who’s here? I thought to myself.

It was November 1980, and I was unpacking dishes in the kitchen of our new house when I thought I heard adult voices in the living room. Knowing my three children and I were alone in the house, I wondered who the kids had let in. I went into the living room and found the room empty.

All three of my kids were in their respective rooms, with no adults in sight. I must have heard noises of adults talking Read the rest of this entry »

True Mystic Experiences

November 2000
by Pamela Krommendyk

Out of no where the white wolf appeared streaking across the road.

This experience happened high in the mountains in the Flagstaff, Arizona, area at midnight.

I was tired of driving and my children were sleeping beside me as I drove on through the night. I started to get that heavy eyelid feeling more intensely as the twelve o’clock hour approached. I was thinking intensely about the man I loved so dearly; only a day ago we said goodbye in California. Little did I know at the time that I would never see him again. Read the rest of this entry »

True Mystic Experiences

November 2001

by Danyel Boone

I grew up in Rochester, New York. When I was a child, my family thought our house was haunted. There were many reasons for this. We heard sounds in the middle of the night, had visions of what were thought to be ghosts, and felt certain sensations in different rooms of the house. Read the rest of this entry »

True Mystic Experiences

September 2007

by Dennis Ambrose

On a late afternoon in the early spring of 1972 I was involved in my second auto accident in ten months. Another drunk driver hit my car, but this time the injuries were devastating. I blacked out for a moment. When coming to I witnessed the smoldering wreckage of the other vehicle. For sure I thought the other driver was dead. Twisted metal blocked my view for a moment. Don’t panic, I thought. Someone will come to help you. But it seemed forever before anyone arrived. Read the rest of this entry »

FATE Magazine “True Mystic Experiences”

January 2001

by Dolly Smith

When I was a young girl, I was a member of a group called “Brownies.” The troop building was not far from my school. This incident took place during the winter. It was so very cold and raining. It seemed the wind was always blowing. On this particular day I had walked home after school, and as I was doing my homework, I remembered my Brownie meeting. I rushed to my bedroom and put on my uniform. By now it was pouring down rain. I put the hood of my coat over my head and walked out the front door. I then ran as fast as I could to the troop building.

I was soaked by the time I arrived on the front porch. Nobody was there. I checked the front door and it was locked. It was either the wrong day or I was late for the meeting. The place was deserted. Read the rest of this entry »

November 4, 1989, to September 2, 2001: That’s how long we had Dakota to share our lives. Her dam was a purebred black lab and her sire was a purebred collie. She was named after the Black Hills of South Dakota where we vacationed every year during Bike Week in Sturgis. My husband Guy brought her home just before Christmas 1989. Our daughter Amy and I had our backs turned when he walked in and placed this small package with a large heart under our Christmas tree. We were delighted.

She was still just a cute little puppy when I realized she could be aggressive. She also seemed not to walk quite right. One day I read about hip dysplasia and realized that could be the problem. I told the vet about it. Dakota was too young for him to run tests on her, so we waited. Some months later, the vet took her out to the parking lot and watched her walk. He admitted I was right, and the X-rays proved it. Read the rest of this entry »

You could say I discovered FATE magazine while conducting an experiment. I am not sure of the year, but I think it was 2003. I was working a part-time job at a small shop in Lake Anne Village Center in Reston, Virginia.

One evening as the daylight ran out, I left work and walked to my car. I had recently been experimenting with “asking and listening.” I had some free time between work and an event I was attending later that evening, so I decided to try asking and listening to see if an angel or spirit guide might suggest something to for me to do. I posed my question and waited silently in my car for an answer. I had only so much faith in this kind of thing, but I was open enough to experiment, in spite of being uncomfortable with the whole business. Read the rest of this entry »