If you have read my book, you know the full story of the spirits who approached me and told me about the spirit world. If, instead, you have read one of my forum posts or just happened upon this website, you may want to know more about the ones I call my sources, the two spirits who spoke to me through another person more than twenty years ago. Without going into the detail provided by the book, this post will give a brief summary of why I believe them to be authentic.
A Working Assumption
Chapter 1 begins with a brief account of when Zachary first approached me and identified himself as the guardian of the woman to whom I was speaking at the time. The rest of the chapter recounts how, after spending some time in meditation, I considered the credibility of what I had been told, how I tried to weigh my intuitive reaction with the clamoring of my logical mind for proof. At the end of almost an hour of reflection, I decided to make it a working assumption that he was authentic based on two things: 1. my five-year history with the woman, the "facts" of which were consistent and quite convincing in themselves; and 2. my strong intuitive sense that I was hearing the truth. Together, they made up for the lack of more concrete proof -- that would come later.
Starting several weeks after Zachary first introduced himself, and then over the course of the thirteen months covered in The Invisible Choir, I was given a number of "proofs" that my sources were what they claimed to be -- spirits on a mission. I did not consider any one of these proofs to be absolute -- my skepticism and logical mind insisted that each incident might have been the result of a faulty memory on my part, the involvement of a third party, or my misinterpretation of a natural event. Still, the cumulative effect was convincing; among them were the following:
The Greatest Proof
As convincing as multiple proofs were, as one strange event after another transpired I was driven more than once to question, and sometimes to agonize over, whether I had been right to believe. The scales never tipped to disbelief, but the merest possibility that I had misjudged the situation was enough on a few occasions to leave me unmoored. It was not the proofs that brought me back but my intuitive knowledge, those events that "spoke their own truth" and struck a corresponding chord in my spirit that reverberated within and informed me.
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