Thursday, March 25, 2010

Abraham Lincoln a Spiritualist, Now on Amazon Kindle

Was Abraham Lincoln a Spiritualist? This question has been asked time and again about our 16th President. This book profiles the mysterious and mystical side of Abraham Lincoln: his spiritual side. Lincoln’s interest in Spiritualism apparently separated him from many, but not all, as you will see in reading this Kindle book.

Medium Nettie Colburn was born in 1841 and in 1891 she published this book. It charts her experiences with President Lincoln during a difficult period of great upheaval in the United States. This book is a profound treasure, a spiritual profile of an intelligent man, a deep thinker, and a man dedicated to preserving the Union and inspiring greater humane treatment of all citizens.

Linda Pendleton has added an Introduction and Notes to this fascinating and credible story of how one young woman who had the gift to communicate with the Other Side, also had the good fortune to communicate with, and for, President Lincoln at a time when he greatly needed inspiration. It was during the 19th century when Spiritualism made an impact, not only in the United States, but around the world, and students of Civil War history should enjoy this look into life in the White House during Lincoln's time there.

Now at Kindle Amazon.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Betty Books, Famous Medium, Part One

Famous Mediums

I plan to continue a short series of blogs on various well-known credible mediums from the past. First is:


Some of the most widely read channeled books of the twentieth century were written by Stewart Edward White, a very successful novelist of adventure and Western tales, relating material channeled from the other side by his wife, Elizabeth Calvert Grant White, who was initially identified only as "Betty". Their experiences with the spiritual world began casually in 1919 when some friends visited their home with a Ouija board, considering it a mere toy and hoping only to entertain them with it. One thing led to another, though, and the board began taking on a mind of its own, repeatedly spelling "Betty" even though Betty had become bored with the game and had gone to sit beside the fireplace. At the repeated insistence of the board, she finally rejoined the others. At this point, the board became highly active and repeatedly spelled out, "Get a pencil–Get a pencil." But it was not until some days later that Betty did privately pick up a pencil at home and this launched her first experience with automatic writing which was to last for several months before experimenting with hypnotic trance. This produced the best results and Betty was soon a fully functioning trance medium.

The Betty Book was published in 1937, the third of a series that began in 1925, followed in 1938 by Across the Unknown. Betty died in 1939 and that launched a whole new chapter in this amazing story; Betty began communicating with her husband from the Other Side, through a family friend, psychic Joan Darby (a pseudonym for Ruth Finley, who later, after her death came through Arthur Ford). The Unobstructed Universe is Stewart Edward White's report of the messages from Betty as channeled through Joan.

Within days after my husband, Don Pendleton, passed away, I found a sense of peace in reading the last Chapter of Stewart Edward White’s book, Across the Unknown, about his loss of his wife. I had recalled reading it previously so I pulled it from my bookshelf, and found comfort and a sense of knowing in his Chapter titled, I Bear Witness. I very much identified with his words, his emotion, and his experience of being strongly aware of her presence after her death. White had written of those same feelings I was then experiencing.
I also identified with White for another reason. Stewart Edward White was a best-selling author of Westerns and Adventures, prior to his nonfiction series of Betty Books, ...and in the same way, Don had been a successful novelist for years, Action/Adventure and Mystery, before writing nonfiction about channeling...i.e. our book To Dance With Angels; and the paranormal, our book, Whispers From the Soul: the Divine Dance of Consciousness. It appears Stewart and “Betty” had a strong love bond as Don and I had, and shared interests in metaphysics, spirituality and the paranormal. Synchronistic? I think so.

I do know that at a time of grief, White’s writing was helpful for me. Maybe some of you will find that same inspiration if you are at a difficult time dealing with the loss of a loved one. I also wrote about this in my book, A Walk Through Grief: Crossing the Bridge Between Worlds.
His book, (and the last Chapter mentioned) are now public domain and can be read at the Gutenberg Australia site.

Here is an excerpt from his chapter:



FOUR months ago the manuscript of this book was put in final form and sent to the publishers. And so was completed another full turn in the spiral of Betty's work. But not, apparently, the work itself. According to the Invisibles something of this yet remained to be accomplished –something they refused to define, except that it was different from what had gone before.

"Like a blossom," said they.

"A blossom?" Betty asked.

"Something that occurs at the end of effort, as a demonstration to others. It is a natural attribute of your accomplishment. Of course you could go on living as you are, but then you couldn't have the demonstration at the top of your endeavor."

At that time the true meaning of this escaped me altogether. My interpretation was that Betty was about to begin another spiral of instruction, with the difference they mentioned appearing largely in the treatment. Accordingly, when she was overtaken only two weeks later by a serious and rackingly painful illness, I was convinced that the success of the job demanded her recovery. It seemed to me defeat at this point would mean that everything we had built up through all these years, and that so many people had taken from us and believed, would crumble into disrepute. And so I fought with every means at my command to hold her back from the Great Adventure.

Another strong incentive to battle, of course, was our natural dread of separation. I shall not dwell on this, but it is necessary to touch upon it sufficiently. We had been married for thirty-five years. In that time we had been apart for but three periods of any length: twice during my explorations into unknown parts of Central Africa; and once during my service in the World War. We had met together the adventures of life, and they had been varied: years of pack horse travel in the Rockies and Sierra; the cattle ranges of Arizona before the movies came; fourteen months in Africa; sixteen seasons in Alaska--here, there, and everywhere in the wild and tame corners of the earth. And adventures also among people, and ideas, and for twenty years the pioneering in these strange dim regions of the higher consciousness.

In the course of this last exploration we had finally arrived at the settled conviction that permanent separation is impossible. Nevertheless it is only human to dread the temporary parting: to contemplate such an interim as something dismal to be endured. I feel sure that this was a stronger consideration with me than with her. There is always a difference between any conviction, however profound, which is arrived at by study and inference; and the understanding belief which comes of experiencing directly the thing itself. For years Betty had been running back and forth to the other consciousness as easily and naturally as a cat in and out of a house--remember her various essays at experimental dying--whereas I had stayed on the inside only looking out. That she should face her final transition to this consciousness with serenity, then, was only to be expected. And it was equally inevitable that, in spite of any amount of philosophizing, there remained in the depths of my being, essentially unmodified, the primitive fear of death and separation.

Accordingly, I now realize definitely, Betty's strongest incentive in her fight was myself. This was not clear to me then, or my own attitude might have been different. She could not foresee how I would take her going, and she was reluctant to bum her bridges. For over two months it was just this that held her, in spite of the greatest pain and in face of what must have been almost overwhelming temptation.

"I could go so easily!" she told me, "at any minute. I have to fight against it in the night." She asked me a little wistfully, "If it came about that way, you wouldn't mind too much letting me go, would you?"

And I, in my ignorance, replied emphatically:

"I most certainly would!"

Two months passed and she became weaker and weaker, until finally the physical frame was worn to the point where only her fighting spirit held her. By now she could only whisper a word at a time, gathering strength for each effort. In the evening the doctor came to the house. I took him to see her, but was not myself looking toward her, when I heard him exclaim: "My God! The woman still smiles!"

Then for the first time I allowed myself to entertain a doubt as to the wisdom of our persistence. What job could there be that was worth such suffering? A little later Betty closed her eyes. We were not sure whether she was conscious or in coma. I went into another room, sat in an easy chair, and "projected" in her direction as strongly as I could these words:

"You are now where you can decide whether or not the job requires you to stay here and endure this. As far, as I am concerned, I release you gladly. I will take you by the hand, go with you just as far as I can, and place it in the hand of the one who is waiting."

A minute or so later the doctor came to tell me it was over: that suddenly Betty had spoken up, as clearly and gaily as had always been her habit.

"It's all right," said she. "I've had a talk with my boy. You can take me


Now comes the part I almost despair of setting down adequately. But it is the big thing, and I must try. My first momentary reaction was of relief that she need no longer go through such agonies. The next was a faint but growing surprise that the apprehension of death as a dark veil, an impenetrable barrier, a sharp division was whisked away. It became as thin as a mist. Instead of being a big portentous thing, it was really a comparatively unimportant and trivial detail, after all. Then, as the minutes passed, I became literally astounded that all the things I had been dreading, and bracing myself for, simply weren't there. For it was becoming increasingly, most gloriously, evident to me that the only serious threat of death did not exist.

This next is very difficult to convey. Let me see if I can give an inkling.

You know the cozy, intimate feeling of companionship you get sometimes when you are in the same room; perhaps each reading a book; not speaking; not even looking at one another. It is tenuous, an evanescent thing—one that we too often fail to savor and appreciate. Sometimes, in fact, it takes an evening or two of empty solitude to make us realize how substantial and important it really is.

Then, on the other hand, you know how you draw closer by means of things you do together. And still more through talk and such mental interchanges. And most of all, perhaps, in the various physical relationships of love and marriage.

Now when you stop to think of it, all these latter material contacts, right through the whole of life, are at root and in essence aimed at really just one thing: that rare inner feeling of companionship suggested feebly in the sitting-by-the-fire idea. That is what we really are groping for in all friendly and loving human relations, hampered by the fact that we are different people more or less muffled from each other by the barriers of encasement in the body.

Well, within a very few minutes that companionship flooded through my whole being from Betty, but in an intensity and purity of which I had previously had no conception. It was the same thing, but a hundred, a thousand times stronger. And I realized that it more than compensated for the little fact that she had stepped across, because it was the thing that all our physical activities together had striven for, but—compared with this--had gained only dimly and in part. Why not? Actually it was doing perfectly what all these other things had only groped for. So what use the other things? and why should I miss them?

Does this sound fantastic? Maybe; but it is as real and solid as the chair I am sitting on. So much so that I have never in my life been so filled with pure happiness. No despair; no devastation; just a deeper happiness than I have experienced with her ever before, save in the brief moments when everything harmonized in fulfillment.

And furthermore it has lasted, and is with me always.


This, I now believe, is the "great blossom" of which the Invisibles spoke; the final significance to which all of Betty's twenty years of work was to lead. Here is her concrete proof of one reward that can come to those who follow in her footsteps, her final evidence that her instrument of twenty years' forging is strong enough to withstand the
supreme test:

Of course I do not delude myself that those who pursue Betty's teachings to this culmination are going to be able, all of them, to gain this point of view in face of loss. Not all of them, nor completely. But it is a demonstration that it can be done; and it is forerunner of what will, one day, be the universal experience of those who follow the trail she has blazed across the unknown.

End of this Project Gutenberg of Australia eBook
Across the Unknown by Stewart Edward White and Harwood White

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Phoenix Lights, Triangular UFO, March 13, 1997

March 13, 1997.

I was living in Northern Arizona, in Sedona, when the TV news reports came out on the “Phoenix Lights” over Phoenix, Arizona that evening about 10:00 P.M. Thousands of people reported witnessing a mile long V-shaped, or triangular, craft with circular orange lights gliding/floating silently over Phoenix. Reports were that this craft was spotted in the Las Vegas area about 7:30 and then sighted over the Kingman and Prescott, Arizona areas prior to the arrival in Phoenix. A bit later it was seen in the Casa Grande and Tucson area south of Phoenix. Hundreds took photographs and videos of the strange craft, moving at a slow glide and low altitude.

It has been reported that within minutes large numbers of telephone reports began pouring into law enforcement agencies, to news media offices, to Luke Air Force Base (located west of Phoenix), to the National UFO Reporting Center, MUFON groups, and the calls came from a wide range from Northern Arizona south to Phoenix. It has been said that the craft was witnessed by at least two air traffic controllers in the airport tower at Sky Harbor International Airport in Phoenix, and by several pilots on final approach to Sky Harbor.

Many people wanted answers and answers were not forthcoming. Over the next few weeks, City Councilwoman Francis Barwood demanded an investigation but she apparently was repeatedly rebuked in her attempts to open an investigation. She also contacted Arizona Senator John McCain who apparently wrote two letters to the Air Force, which apparently were “filed” away. The then Arizona Governor, Fyfe Symington called a press conference which I saw on television stating he would look into it. A few hours later, he held another televised press conference to state that he looked into it and knew who did it. Out onto the stage walked one of his aids dressed in an alien suit. His stunt did not go over well with most Arizona citizens and many resented the fact that he mocked anyone asking for an investigation into the event.

In May 1997, the Public Affairs Office at Luke Air Force Base announced that the lights were flares launched from the Barry Goldwater Firing Range at approximately 10:00 P.M. Such typical “good thinking” on their part–but what accounts for the sightings all over Northern Arizona, Nevada, some one to two hours earlier? Anyone who saw the object moving is not accepting of the flare explanation. I’m surprised they didn’t say it was an experimental boomerang that they threw into the air from Nevada to see if it could make the three hundred mile trip to Phoenix, and probably with crash dummies attached holding flashlights!

In March 2007, ten years later, former Governor Symington admitted he had seen the UFO that night.

I’m sorry that I was not outside that evening where I was living in Northern Arizona as I might have had the opportunity to see the UFO cruise over. The UFO that Don and I experienced in West Covina, California was not as large as the “Phoenix Lights” mile-long craft. (Read my original article on our sighting). From eye witness reports and photos and video tapes I have seen of the “Phoenix Lights,” what Don and I saw was smaller and much more of a triangular shape than a V-shaped object. What I do know is that it was similar, obviously moved about the same from the accounts I’ve read, and in no way was either object a Stealth aircraft, nor any other known aircraft.

In March 2004, a well-respected Phoenix physician, Lynne D. Kitei, M.D. published “The Phoenix Lights,” her eye witness account and her own photographs of the March 13, 1997 event along with her earlier experiences of similar sightings over Phoenix. I recently listened to her fascinating account on the Coast to Coast AM Radio Show a few days ago, March 2010.

Apparently sightings of flying triangles have increased in more recent years worldwide. Belguim had a “flap” of large and silent triangular UFOs from 1989 to 1990 and in more recent years have had a new “flap” of sightings. Sightings have been reported in England, France, Germany and other countries. Reported sizes range from thirty feet to a mile in size. Most often they are flying at low altitudes and at extremely slow speed, but have been known to suddenly accelerate to high speed and disappear in a flash. According to reports by the National Institute for Discovery Science, it appears that here in the United States many sightings have been around military basis and corridors between military bases. One might say that happened with the “Phoenix Lights”–from Nellis Air Force Base adjacent to Las Vegas, to Luke Air Force Base adjacent to Phoenix.

For those that seem to believe that these craft are our own government’s experimental crafts, should one not question the fact that many of these sightings are at low altitude over heavily populated areas? Does it make since that the government would risk lives with their experiments when they have lots of unpopulated government land to fly over? And also our commercial and noncommercial air flights are heavily concentrated in metropolitan areas such as Phoenix and an experimental slow and low flying craft poses extreme danger.

As I wrote more than four years ago, hopefully the day is getting closer when our government will reveal to its citizens the answers we have been waiting to have revealed for decades. We are not alone and most people believe that, so why the continuing charade and ridicule? Isn’t it time for acknowledgment?


Saturday, March 6, 2010

Another World

"This analysis of our knowledge of the universe has given us reasons to believe that, behind the world of phenomena we perceive with our sense organs, there is another world to which we can not apply our ordinary concepts of space and time."
—Gustaf Stromberg, astronomer, astrophysicist, author of The Soul of the Universe