Amazing Human Soul Photos
There was no return address on the package, but since this was pre-terrorized America, (but at the height of USPS employees going “postal”) there was no need for apprehension or fear – except from us “postal” workers.
MALIBU SOUL I was extremely fortunate to be in the right place at the right time. This rare item was obtained in the mid-1980s while I was employed as a postman for the United States Postal Service in Malibu, California. I came into the USPS with a Personal Doctorate in Triviology and a Masters Degree in Entertainment and Art Trivia. I remembered things I had no reason to, but it later served me well when I was required to memorize a full one-third of Malibu’s population; names, addresses and businesses. Through delivery of the mail, I became acquainted with many of the actor, director, writer, producer, composer, rock star and wealthy eccentric citizens of the area; some acquaintances eventually developed into friendships. My detailed knowledge and sincere appreciation for their work allowed me entrée into their world. Multi-Oscar winning composer Maurice Jarre invited me in to his home at Big Rock, (I was a big fan of his and his son, Jean Michel) where I witnessed him actually composing the film score to “Witness” on a white piano in a white room overlooking the Pacific. In the Malibu Colony I chatted esoteric with William Peter Blatty, the Exorcist author and the Ninth Configuration author and director. I delivered to, but never met; Sean and Madonna, Babs and the King of Pop, but did get to meet and say “Hello!” to Bette Davis and at his Paradise Cove home I was invited in for a drink by visionary film director and rebel icon, Sam Peckinpah. On the home front, I lived with my wife and infant son in a guest house (nicely converted horse stable) on Point Dume, high above Zuma Beach. Neil Young had lived and recorded the “Zuma” album in the main house a few years earlier. Directly across the street lived Goldie Hawn with her children Kate and Oliver, who would occasionally come over to visit our small petting zoo of animals that included; ducks, dogs, goats, chickens, cats and horses. Max Gail of “Barney Miller” fame lived right next door and held Native American Indian ceremonies on his property in a huge teepee; we fell asleep many a night to rhythmic drums and spiritual chants. Just around the corner opposite Max was Bob Dylan’s place with its unique Russian (in)spired architecture. Malibu was my beat. I lived and worked in Malibu for almost two decades. It was a high point in my life and a high point in historic times for Malibu in the years before cityhood. Some interesting people I had met on one of my postal routes invited me to a small party one evening. It was Malibu small with at least thirty to forty people. There I met a person who, after a stimulating mutual-interest conversation on the occult and things esoteric, revealed their first-hand knowledge of an incredible experiment. I was told, with several other guests who backed the story’s validity, that there existed a glass vial that contained the result of a purported successful experiment to achieve actual containment of a human soul’s corporeal substance at the moment of death! Normally, anyone would laugh this off, but I knew that creative types tend to “push the limit” in their pursuit of life’s opportunities, therefore, who’s to know where connected millionaires and wealthy professionals choose to spend their money? Funding for the experiment, whether by an individual, group or government, was never revealed to me by this person. But within our conversation the process was purported to be partly based on a variation of Wilhelm Reich’s Orgone Accumulator. A week or so later a fellow postman informed me that a house on his route had been vacated suddenly and that the occupants had left no forwarding address. This was information that I needed to know since I was the T-6: a position that was responsible for delivering the mail on five different routes, one a day, as relief for each regular postman’s rotating day off. The intriguing point was that it was the address where the “small” party had taken place. Although suddenly-vacated houses are fairly odd but not uncommon, I never gave it much thought until a few days later whereupon arriving back at the P.O. from delivering the day’s mail I was handed a small package addressed to me in care of the Malibu Post Office. The clerk who accepted the hand-delivery at the back dock said the individual seemed familiar with me, but left no name. There was no return address on the package, but since this was pre-terrorized America, (but at the height of the era of USPS employees going “postal”) there was no need for apprehension or fear – except from us “postal” workers. Once in the semi-seclusion of that day’s route mail-sorting case I opened the package. Inside, nestled in padding, was a glass vial containing a truly strange semi-organic material and immediately I knew what I had in my possession …the vial of substance from a Human Soul! I experienced an initial roller-coaster thrill followed immediately by the paranoid feeling that everyone knew what I had and was out to get it. There was also a note in the package with the glass vial, but I decided to clock-out and further investigate in privacy. I hopped in my VW Camper and read the accompanying hand-written unsigned note, it read, “Please take special care, you know what this is. You’ll be contacted.” Initially, It seemed like a strange request, and why me? But then I realized; if reasons for the sudden vacancy of the party house were connected to this vial, then possibly there was some sort of high-stakes “heat” that took place. In that case I may have been the only out-of-the-loop informed person to care for it until the “heat” cooled down. To have possession of something on this level was quite a high for some time and although I was aware of the possibility of personal danger, I never felt a fear-factor, since, …let’s face it, I was the “postman”, …I really was out of their loop! I left the Post Office soon after to pursue personal goals and although I maintained ties with the P.O., former co-workers and kept my Malibu P.O. Box; I was never contacted in any way by the person or persons responsible for the delivery, or anyone else regarding the vial that was entrusted to me, …and that was over twenty years ago! Maybe those interested parties involved have since passed on, or worse, maybe against their will their soul essence is in a vial somewhere right now! Epilogue: Over the years when not stored, I have had this unique specimen and rare world-class conversation piece on display in a place of reverence and security. I have never opened it. As far as I’m concerned, I believe it to be what it was explained to me to be, the corporeal substance of a Human Soul captured at the moment of death. Theory: Whose death? Whose soul? Within the conversation that night at the party, “it” was eluded to have possibly been that of a publicly-known personality who willingly volunteered for this experiment. Why would someone volunteer? Who knows? Maybe it wasn’t done “willingly”. Assuming this successful experiment took place covertly and/or conspiratorially around the late-1970s to mid-1980s it’s anyone’s guess who it might have been, …but the great Orson Welles died at home in Hollywood in 1985, supposedly alone and without an autopsy performed, …and since he had a personal history of interest in things mysterious and arcane, …?? Esoteric Theory: There is an esoteric theory found in Donning’s International Encyclopedic Psychic Dictionary about Soul Substance that states: “If the Soul-(Mind) is capable of certain functions, it must “exist” on some level of vibration even though it is invisible to the physical eye.” This experiment successfully transmutated and contained those “vibrations” into the corporeal. Facts: Recorded tests have been performed throughout the world and the consensus is that the human body loses approximately twenty-one grams of weight at the moment of death; the weight of the transcending soul. Minus the display stand and glass vial, these contents could very possibly register in at that weight, although, due to whatever was involved in the transfer process there could have been a displacement in weight from vibrational ethers into corporeal matter. Frequently Asked Questions: Q: That’s just some rotten fruit and some sort of seaweed, right? A: Although at first to the untrained eye the organically-wrinkled orange-colored matter may appear as though it could be a rind or part of some vegetable or fruit; closer examination reveals that it definitely is not. A closer inspection also reveals that it is not seaweed. Q: What’s with the green mold? A: The green that looks like mold is actually sediment that rests wherever it lies when the vial is moved from the vertical position. If it were mold, it would stay in the same “moldy” area. Q: Why haven’t you at least taken a small sample of it to have it analyzed? A: I never needed confirmation; under the circumstances I have no reason to doubt its’ authenticity. More importantly, I did not know what would happen if opened and exposed to oxygen; it may dissolve, discolor, disintegrate or disappear! It was never worth it to take that chance. Q: Is it all one piece? A: Either it was and now isn’t or never was all one piece, unless of course it is all one piece. Although kept as motion-free as possible, it has shifted position in the vial over the years, but seems to retain its’ size, shape and color with no degradation apparent. Q: Why did you believe what you were told? A: The kind of people involved could have financed and carried-out an experiment like this. The person who revealed this to me had no reason to lie and was extremely believable and knowledgeable on what I could personally verify. Besides, why would they go to all this trouble to dupe me? It made no sense; there was no punch-line, especially after 20 years. Q: Did you hear of other successful experiments? A: Although I do not know how many times this experiment was attempted (successfully) I was only informed of this one. Q: Have you ever had any paranormal experiences due to having this Human Soul in your possession? A: I have had many paranormal, occult and pan-dimensional experiences in my life before and after obtaining this, so it would be hard to attribute any of them directly to this. I believe that my obtainment of this specimen was destined to a certain degree in that I am highly empathetic and understanding of the unknown and have daily synchronistic experiences that support the life path I’m on. All in all, it has certainly been a positive force rather than a negative one. Q: Why is it that you never state that this is true and not a hoax? A: Who knows the truth about anything unless it’s a first-hand experience? Even then many people question and doubt themselves. 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