A True Story of Love After Death

The Unobstructed Way

If life after death is a fact, wouldn’t our favorite activities somehow unconsciously resemble it?  Wouldn’t we symbolize the truth over and over again, remembering but not recognizing that we’re remembering?

We love to become motionless consciousness.  Consuming experiences vicariously, like the dead observing the living, we watch movies or TV shows, feeling the tension of the story as if we were in it.  We absorb information posted online by our friends, secret observers of other lives.  Of course, profiles rarely reflect the reality of meeting in person, since many of us use our online personas to act out aspects of our personalities, trying out other ways of being. Some of us have lived many online incarnations.

We play video games where we become alternate personalities that learn level to level then die.  Our heroes are actors who like symbolic reincarnating spirits inhabit successive identities in movies, or athletes who perform feats of speed, strength and agility that seem to defy the ordinary laws of bodies.

Consider the symbolism every time we get in a car.  The inhabiting consciousness enters the rigid vehicle, inert without the driver, that allows for an extended journey through the material world.  A car can be an identity, but no car lasts a lifetime, so like a spirit giving up its body there’s a trade in.

A thousand years ago when it took many months to cross continents and oceans, mystics claimed that spirits could travel around the world in seconds.  Now we can send our thoughts around the world wide web in seconds.  We can fly across oceans or to the moon or Mars.  All the powers said to be ours in the world of the dead we are replicating as best we can.  We’re working on immortality in our laboratories.  We want to transfer consciousness and identity to cyborgs or somewhere out into the digital cloud.  To use the terminology of the Invisibles we are trying to make our obstructed world resemble the unobstructed.  But what about experiencing the unobstructed ourselves?

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The Other Betty White: A True Story of Love Beyond Death

Mediumship is still something of a dirty secret, a nutty California pastime, lower class spirituality, or celebrity preoccupation, for many Americans it’s even a snare laid by the devil.  The exceptions worthy of interest, such as Edgar Cayce, stand out sharply from the crowd of frauds and mediocrities.  Anyway, some of us wonder if this life after death stuff was for real why hasn’t anyone ever put together a real plan?  A story worth telling?

What kind of plan would you put together with the far seeing wisdom of a soul free of body?  It should involve true love, right?  A couple who have loved each other for decades, seasoned world travelers, sipping champagne on yachts, hearty hikers in the wilderness, safari veterans whose own story, without anything spooky about it, would be worth telling.  But then the twist!

The fun loving yet skeptical wife becomes a medium.  On the condition of anonymity she channels fascinating and surprisingly popular books.  But she dies before her mission is complete.  Will she speak from beyond the grave? Once the medium, now the spirit channeled, can she prove beyond any doubt who she is and finishing her job with another book, a best seller?  This must happen during a great international crisis when people need inspiration, when death is everywhere and reassurance of eternal life is most needed.

Her husband should be a red blooded old school no nonsense American.  An outdoorsman and dedicated conservationist, the kind of guy they’d name a grove of Sequoias after; you could picture him camping with Teddy Roosevelt in the California wilderness.  A man with experience of mines, frontiers, lumber mills, and a world war.  A man so good with a gun he filled a hall with horrifying trophies, even killed a big cat with a knife

He has to be a hunter any gun loving American redneck could respect.  The kind of guy who could break his leg on a trail and drag himself for miles, but who would stop along the way to shoot a game bird to bring back with him for dinner.  For the animal lovers among us we’ll add that his wife and her philosophy must eventually convince him to give up his gun for a camera.

He should be a writer, too.  So he’s got a good skeptical head on his shoulders and a way with words.  A Jack London type, as handy with a gun as he is with a pen.  The kind of man who would approach his wife’s mediumship the way he did the Serengeti.  A practical detail oriented explorer, an open-minded observer, never giddy, always ready.

Now isn’t that a more reasonable plan for letting people know about life after death then most of the stories we’ve heard about mediums? Not your average haphazard occurrence among questionable characters.   Of course, the best part is that it’s all true.  His name was Stewart Edward White.  In private his wife Betty liked to call him Stewt.  Before our Golden Girl, there was another famous Betty White.

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Attention is Existence: Instruction from the Invisibles

Carl Jung wrote: “I would recommend to anyone who is interested in the psychology of the unconscious to read the books of Stewart White.  The most interesting to my mind is The Unobstructed Universe (1940).  The Road I Know (1942) is also remarkable in that it serves as an admirable introduction to the method of ‘active imagination,’ which I have been using for more than thirty years in the treatment of neurosis.”

Jung gave copies of The Betty Book to his colleagues.  He wrote a forward for the German edition of The Unobstructed Universe where he took a neutral yet skeptical tone.  But in a private letter he admitted: “I must own that with regard to Betty, I am hesitant to deny her reality as a spirit; that is to say I am inclined to assume that she is more probably a spirit than archetype, although she presumably represents both at the same time.”

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Across the Unknown: Advanced Instruction of the Invisibles

The Invisibles also have a word to say about how living humans think of our dead, even when we believe in life after death. “INVISIBLE: When you think of us don’t bother about our shape or substance. It is a living and loving form still: nothing unnatural or vaporous. Don’t make such an unattractive picture of the change. Keep us in your hearts as we were; It is nearer the truth, and more comforting than trying to comprehend the difference. The more naturally you can think about us, the less apt you are to go astray on phantoms of your own conception. Dear me, why do you get so fantastic over that? It’s terrible to be loved so fleshlessly! It handicaps a conception of warmth and response existing as-ever and for-ever.”  “BETTY: They’re so real, so real, and so much more vibrant.”  The once famous slogan of the religion of Orpheus that dominated the Mediterranean for centuries was an attempt to convey the same message: soma sema (the body, a tomb).

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The Individual is Immortal: Betty’s Messages from the Afterlife

Hitler’s blitzkrieg had overrun Poland.  Stewart’s wife Betty, his best friend for so many years of adventure, had died only months before.  He was convinced of her survival.  The sense of her presence, as intimate and unique as the scent of her hair, comforted him daily.  He described the experience in detail in a last minute last chapter added to the book he’d written with her: Across the Unknown.  Other friends reported visits of the same kind, sometimes accompanied by small signs, often at the mention of the name Betty, any Betty.

Of course, their friends wondered why Stewart didn’t try to reach Betty through a medium, or as he preferred to call it, a receiving station.  But Stewart thought that would cheapen the profound beauty of what he was experiencing.  Later he admitted to himself and to his readers that he was also afraid.  What if Betty didn’t communicate?  What if the communication was so obviously inferior it could put doubt into all their work together?  Would he search vainly from medium to medium the rest of his life?

Stewart didn’t want to stay home to watch Betty’s garden of rare and exotic plants die without her despite the best care money could buy.  He travelled through America two years before the attack on Pearl Harbor, having been invited to visit his many friends who wanted to console him and enjoy his company.  After all, what an extraordinary life he had lived so far.  He had worked in mining, lumber, ranching, then he became a popular author for decades culminating his success with a series of best sellers co-authored with Betty that became instant classics of spiritualism.

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