My Proof of Survival about friendship beyond the grave.
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.
At the Henry Mayo Hospital in Valencia, California, on the day before Christmas, 1984, my dear friend Lora died. A few days later, Dr. Lane was providing members of the Sanctuary with another of the hundreds of trance lectures which he has channeled. While trancing, a spirit guide from a different realm occupies and animates his body, using Dr. Lane’s vocal chords to speak in the guide’s own voice. Much to my surprise and joy, Lora spoke through Dr. Lane, and excitedly described to me that she was alive and well on the other side.
In subsequent private conversations with me (through Dr. Lane), Lora proved that she not only lives, but also enjoys visiting me. After Lora’s death, I resumed my architectural career and converted one bedroom of my home into a drafting room. On the wall above my drafting table I hung several acrylic drafting triangles. In a direct voice conversation with me through Dr. Lane, Lora mentioned seeing me drawing late at night and described the triangles hanging on the wall. During the twenty years during which Lora and I worked together, I had never had such a work station. Dr. Lane has never visited my work or living spaces or seen pictures of them, nor have I described any such details to him.
In a recent private trance session with Dr. Lane, Lora again spoke to me in direct voice. Between sessions I had moved to Ventura, California. On an open shelf in a cabinet I have displayed some family pictures, including a picture of Lora surrounded by flowers.
“Thank you,” said Lora, “for having my picture, along with some flowers, in your living room.”
Like a flower herself, Lora continues to brighten my life as she proves that life and love do survive death of the physical.—Ventura, California