My Methodist Church upbringing did not prepare me for an apparition contact of any kind, much less the visit of so great a Founding Father as Benjamin Franklin. However, a chance invitation of old time friends, Lester and Roberta Minder of Santa Ana, California, to attend a Metaphysical Meeting in Santa Monica one evening resutled in the miracle visit of Bejamin Franklin before a group of eight shocked and delighted guests, including me.
The eight of us were seated in a study listening to the Rev. Don Cooper explain "afterlight" by candlelight. Suddenly, the ceiling of the room lit up with a large silver and pink cloud that whirled around the ceiling with great energy, like a lightning bolt. It came nearer and nearer the floor in the center of the room for some spellbound minutes.
Each of us sat huddled, speechless, watching this colorful cloud about five feet in diameter settle in the center of us and change colors in the form of a stocky-built man. He stopped in front of my chair, looking directly at me. The cloud that he appeared in vanished and revealed the exact physical image of Benjamin Franklin. He looked straight at me as he sadly said, "Don't you remember your ole friend?"
The Bible says, "Test the spirits," and I was so concerned this was a trick, my reply was, "If you are Ben, how and why do you know me?"
Past life revealed
"I knew you as Katy," Ben replied, "but your name was Catherine Ray, and you were my favorite correspondent. Your letters to me are on file at the University of Pennsylvania, if you forgot our happy friendship. You adoptd my young sister, Jane Mecom, in Massachusetts during the revolution and saved her from being captured by keeping her in your family home at Long Island as a relative. And later I boarded your son Ray in my Philadelphia home to attend school with my grandson, Temple. So we had a family relationship that lasted many long years."
When he spoke these warm words, I remembered how often in my childhood I informed everyone, to their dismay, that Ben Franklin was my guardian angel because his presence seemed so strong about me that I could not deny it.
Amd now my associates were so astounded by this miracle visit, it changed the lives of every witness.
Ben's biography contains a fascinating letter he wrote explaining the truth about death: We don't start to live until we die because the soul is immortal, and the flesh body is just a temporary shelter, loaned to us to experience some pleasure, to help us grow spiritually until we are reunited again in spirit, our permanent home.
Ben's group appearance opened the door to a surprise visit to me from my infant son, David, a few years later at a family gathering....
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