The story you are about to read is true.

“John,” the voice on the phone said, “I have some very bad news.” My best friend George Sebastian Viguet (pronounced “Vee-gay”) had died that day of a massive heart attack, his wife informed me. Born in White Castle, Louisiana on January 24th, 1947 he was a vibrant, young man of 40 when his life ended suddenly that Monday morning—officially at 9:30 A.M. on November 9th, 1987.

George drew his last breath in the medical clinic of his family physician located right next door to Huntsville Hospital. Amazingly, he drove himself there on the way to his office because he was not feeling well. I am sure he had hoped to merely get some medicine and be on his way again. As fate would have it, however, while being examined by the doctor the worst possible physical scenario unfolded; his heart suddenly exploded. Thus all attempts to resuscitate him failed.

I had known George for 18 years. We had met in 1969 as soldiers in the United States Army. Along with a few dozen other young men, we were assigned to the same military unit, the 116th Ordnance Detachment located at the Army Missile Command, Redstone Arsenal, Alabama. Our outfit was preparing for deployment as a unique missile unit to Nuernberg, West Germany. We were going to live and work at one of Adolph Hitler’s former Nazi SS strongholds during WWII. It was called Merrell Barracks now. I was really looking forward to this field trip of sorts too as I had studied the German culture, language, and history for 3 years while at Central Kitsap High School in Silverdale, Washington.

So at the crack of dawn on January 28th, 1970, I kissed my wife of 2 months, Connie, goodbye at the airport as we both watched our officers and enlisted personnel get aboard the chartered plane headed for Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. From there we were to be taken by ground transportation to McGuire Air Force Base, New Jersey, then on to Europe via the Military Airlift Command. Going overseas on a military assignment is always a gut-wrenching experience, whether combat-related or not.

In my opinion, there is no greater sacrifice than to be involuntarily torn from your loved ones’ arms on that day of departure. That day indeed is forever etched into my mind; it was traumatic for me. We left Alabama on a clear-blue sky day and landed in cloudy, wet, and raining Germany at the Rhein-Main Air Base in Frankfurt the next. Talk about a cultural shock: I went from an American southern breakfast of “biscuits, grits, and gravy” to a German lunch of “beer, bratwurst, and sauerkraut” in 24 hours.

Notwithstanding, the sight and sound of the U.S. 7th Army and German Military Band members playing loud and marching proud as we deplaned was most welcomed, if not a bit overwhelming. I know that I did not expect such a wonderful reception party. It was a happy day for sure but we were tired of traveling. And after all the hoopla ended, we were more than ready to be bussed down to Nuernberg a few hours to the southeast along the Czechoslovakia border, settling into our living quarters late that afternoon totally exhausted.

Wow, what a day for the diary! I slept like a proverbial log nearly oblivious to my stark surroundings that first night. For Merrell Barracks was a massive, multi-story concrete block structure with bullet hole remnants visible on both the outside and inside walls. These we learned later were the calling cards left behind by Allied GIs who captured it from the former Nazi SS occupants in 1945. No doubt if we had been in today’s materialistic mind-set, we would have seen this sign sarcastically displayed somewhere on a soldier’s door: “Martha Stewart Does Not Live Here."

In contrast, we married guys began counting the days until our wives would arrive “in country.” I wanted out of here; I did not fit in with this foot loose and fancy-free single crowd at all. I was a beer drinking country boy and proud of it. All I wanted to do was to survive this Animal House environment (very much like that college-based John Belushi movie portrayed) until my bride arrived from the States.

George married Kathy, and I, Connie, only a couple months before we had to ship out and these days of separation dragged on for us newlyweds. Then our wives arrived on April 10th, 1970 on a chartered flight out of New York City to Frankfurt, and we made up for that lost time in a big way. Together again, we began touring the countryside to visit medieval castles among other things. Connie and I also took an American Express bus tour of Bavaria, Switzerland, the French Riviera, and northern Italy. In particular we attended the 1970 Grand Prix of Monaco, watching it from a hillside overlooking the harbor was surreal. We likewise partied in our local German villages at every opportunity. A smile comes to my face as I recall us swaying back and forth with our liter-sized beer steins in synch to the native music being played in those big circus-like tents at the Folks Festivals.

I loved the yodeling songs and the spirited “Chicken Dance” and the food that added so much joy to these celebrations. These are fond memories for a big eater like me but they ended abruptly on May 7th, 1971—to be exact. Connie and I returned to Alabama, where her parents lived and I was accepted to attend the University of Alabama in Huntsville under the GI Bill, as did George and Kathy a few months later by the way.

Initially I began my collegiate studies in electronics engineering but George, on the other hand, pursued a rigorous curriculum in physics, graduating with honors. This guy was born to be a scientist: He was very bright and very introverted.

In fact, I was one of the few persons George felt comfortable talking to about non-technical matters, conversations held late at night usually over cold beer and hotly contested chess games. From these exchanges, I knew that George believed that when you were dead, you were dead and gone, period. That was it, game over. The human being was nothing more than an ape with an evolved brain and flexible thumb, a toolmaker that focused on survival of the fittest when all was said and done.

But that was not my belief and at his elaborate Catholic funeral, where I was a pallbearer, I stared at that metal-box in front of me solemnly. I kept asking myself over and over again: Where is George? Where in the world—or out of this world—is the “soul” of George right now at this very minute? I sincerely wanted to know the truth. This desperate heartfelt plea paid dividends, as George was not dead. Indeed I can say with confidence to all my readers who have lost a loved one: “Seek and you shall find” them. They are not lost in space! How do I know this is true?

It is because in June 1988, nearly seven months to the day after I helped place his casket in a marble-faced mausoleum in Alabama, I saw George in my master bedroom in my new home in Silverdale, Washington, 2500 miles away from where he “died.” From what I thought at first was merely a lucid dream of him, I saw him standing there in front of me looking well and smiling. Yet it was his clothing that got my undivided attention. George was wearing a brightly colored, short-sleeved Hawaiian luau shirt with a white beachcomber hat on his head. I stared at my friend like a deer caught in halogen headlights. This is ironic, I mumbled to myself. Here I quit my job in Alabama and moved back to my former hometown, Silverdale, in April of 1988 to get over the gut-wrenching grief that I was experiencing. Yet there he stood: plain as the nose on his face.

This “idea” registered forcefully deep within my soul that morning: George was really alive and I had been in an altered state of mind, what we oftentimes simply call trance, when I saw him. That much I knew for sure. So this “visit” from The Other Side primed my pump, set the stage for my 15-year vision quest to understand our life, death, and rebirth cycle as well as the mechanics of trance phenomena overall.

What I came to learn was the opening of our third eye is the purpose of religious ritual from the rites of baptism by immersion to the chanting of hymns. Only much later did I realize that this apocalypse, or unveiling, of our inner vision was the goal of evolution too.

Native American shaman Joseph Rael, also known as Beautiful Painted Arrow, told co-author Mary Elizabeth Marlow in Being and Vibration, we human beings are a “vibration from the Infinite Void, from zero. … We were made of appearing and disappearing light that came from the inhalation and exhalation of God’s breath. We were from the very Heart of the center of the non-existence of infinity … This place of ice is so far away that it is really present in the eternal now.” Science calls this “place of ice” the vacuum of space or more technically, the zero-point field. In my opinion, what we are about to relearn is that we have the innate ability to open our third eye and communicate telepathically with our double, our twin soul, Our Higher Self.

Physicist Thomas G. Brophy, Ph.D., recently examined an ancient stone circle in the Sahara Desert 100 miles west of Aswan, Egypt called Nabta Playa. He ruminates in his new book The Origin Map: Discovery of a Prehistoric, Megalithic, Astrophysical Map and Sculpture of the Universe, that this site describes some sort of function that is magical in every sense of that word. “Such a function,” he proclaims, “seems to involve certain alignments among the super massive black hole at the Galactic Center, the Big Bang, the Sun (probably at vernal equinox sunrise), Earth’s axis, and human beings. … This may involve purely physical processes on one end of the spectrum, or involve human consciousness on the other end of the spectrum.”

Our spell of ignorance is coming to an end once and for all again. As Brophy himself pointed out, one of our founding fathers of the USA, “Thomas Jefferson … maintained a mockup of the Great Pyramids and Sphinx, complete with sands from Egypt, in the foyer of his Monticello home” in Virginia.

Clearly a third eye concept held profound meaning to our stargazing forefathers. These freemasons knew beyond a doubt that our life cycle goes from golden ages to dark ages to golden ages ad infinitum. You notice my nuance? I am not saying that we evolve from a lower form of life, rather we devolved into one! We are fallen angels not apes! The “fall” of mankind was into a state of not-knowing how to read the Wheel of Time—the 12-spoked Zodiac—as that determines our state of consciousness. Our brains filter the “light,” they do not create it. But the quality if not quantity of light, in turn, governs the rise and fall of civilizations as the Mayans understood and so tragically tried to forestall through the ritual of blood sacrifices to the Sun. They wanted to offer up the “love energy” of the heart to God albeit in a very dysfunctional way.

Indeed, it is the unique light spectrum of information being radiated, or not, by the core of our galaxy through our Sun over the course of four major ages that marks unconscious and conscious epochs on Earth. The Ages of Iron, Bronze, Silver, and Gold the Greeks called them. Iron representing the age of darkness, gold the age of enlightenment. No doubt, he who owns the gold wins in every age! In the Vedic cosmology of India, these four cycles of consciousness corresponded to the Ages of Kali, Dwapara, Treta, and Satya Yugas, respectively. These ages are governed by a center of universal magnetism, Vishnunabhi, according to Vedic scholar Sri Yukteswar. He writes in the classic text, The Holy Science, that in this age that we are approaching, Treta, and then beyond to Satya, our “mental virtue becomes so much developed that man can easily comprehend all, even the mysteries of Spirit.” (See www.thegreatyear.com)

The 1970 Nobel Prize in physics winner, Hannes Alfven (1908-1995), of Sweden agreed that the space we are embedded within goes through galactic “magnetic” changes, mutations, or conditioning over time. He says, “The conditions in the ionosphere and the magnetosphere of the earth are influenced by the electromagnetic state in interplanetary space, which in turn is affected by the Sun.” Not surprisingly, this timeline may tie into what the late Harvard University psychiatrist John E. Mack, M.D., wrote in Abduction: Human Encounters with Aliens: “The transmission of information from the alien beings to the experiencers appears to be a fundamental aspect of the abduction phenomenon. Indeed, for some abductees … there is relatively little trauma; the experiences seem to be primarily informational or transformational in character. Information during abductions appears to be transmitted in two forms by direct, mind-to-mind conveyance, or through depiction of phenomena or events on television like screens.”

What is the information that we so lack in our civilization today? Primarily, it has to do with the magnetic shift of the ages that invoke massive Earth Changes, but equally so, the shift of consciousness that we will all be experiencing daily through our trillions of cells. Again, what is gnosis, this deep knowing that we all hunger to rediscover now? It is, as I propose in my book, “Even the mystery which hath been hid from ages and from generations; Christ in you, the hope of Glory.” (Colossians 1:26-27)

Is the Code of Christ written within our DNA?

Although I didn’t know it at the time, George showed me how our DNA is an immortal liquid-crystal organic computer chip made of the languages of light codes that is our soul body. As prolific researcher and writer of six books and 150 articles on biophysics and chemistry, Dr. Mae-Wan Ho, says in her lectures, “The most remarkable implication of our findings is that organisms are completely liquid crystalline.” (See The Rainbow and The Worm: The Physics of Organisms by Mae-Wan Ho, Ph.D.)

Most specifically, I refer to what Elaine Smitha outlines in If You Make the Rules, How Come You’re Not Boss? She writes: “Perhaps junk DNA contains all the secrets of the universe, including those unconscious potentials you have yet to discover. Perhaps it is this DNA that allows you to travel without your body into starry realms. Maybe that is where you go in your dreams. Quite possibly intuition, psychic powers, and remote viewing (non-local information gathering) fall into the realm of this amazing communication channel. Perhaps with a relaxed mind, you can tap into the prime DNA alphabet soup for transport. It’s absolutely fascinating to consider.” (See www.elainesmitha.com and www.brucelipton.com)

That is, it is DNA that shapeshifts us between our subtle energy spiritual body form and dense energy physical body form lifetime-after-lifetime. If you will, you can’t kill us because we can switch back and forth from a physical and non-physical body form faster than the speed-of-light. We do this information transfer right now in fact. We toggle between our two bodies as we die and are reborn at the cellular level each and every second until our outer physical body falls off like a snake shedding its skin. We return to the zero-point field in our spiritual body as science writer, Lynne McTaggart of London, England clearly implies in her magnum opus The Field: The Quest for the Secret Force of the Universe. "Death may be merely a matter of going home or, perhaps, staying behind—returning to The Field." (See www.thefieldonline.com)

One of the most bizarre aspects to my after-death communication experience was that I noticed that George had a row of flattened metal beer cans stuffed inside his hat’s headband. Now we were both avid beer drinkers, so that in and of itself was not surprising, but upon deep reflection I grasped the significance to this seemingly comical imagery. I recollected what I had said to George months previously while at the funeral home in Huntsville, Alabama—not aloud but in my mind. I had leaned over his casket and projected the thought: “George, a joke is a joke, let us go get a beer!”

Unequivocally, George showed me visually by his colorful party attire and “the old beer cans in the hat band trick” that he was very much alive at his demise; and equally important to my visions of our future, he had read my mind. That is to say, I later realized that mind-to-mind communication—telepathy—will become the common means of information exchange between our people, our planet, our solar system, and beyond to the very core of our Milky Way Galaxy.

Trance, or meditation, as we will relearn, is the way we want to establish a “clear channel,” an open line of communication between beings living within a universe of multiple dimensions. And as Alan F. Alford of Walsall, England heartily declares: “Ancient sages believed that the future destiny of mankind lay in a return to the Source, i.e. to God and Heaven. The death of the body, they said, did not mark an end but rather a critical mid-point in the human existence. Those who had the secret knowledge could retrace the path to the Heavenly Source and enter the gates to the lost paradise. The knowing soul would then unite with its primeval body-double and materialize in a remarkably Earth-like world.” (See www.eridu.co.uk)

In summary, the truth is all creation is contained within the Mind of God. There is nothing “outside” to God. God is at the center and circumference of the cosmos at once—omnipresent. God is in constant contact with every atom and all life forms via the zero-point field and this truth then establishes the deepest and strongest bedrock for all other revelations that I will be sharing with you in Tranceformers: Shamans of the 21st Century. (See www.johnjayharper.com)

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. This is the home of our imagination.—Rod Serling (1924-1975), The Twilight Zone

Dr John Jay Harper will be George Noory's guest on Coast to Coast AM on Monday, February 6th.