Tag: Electromagnetic spectrum

Secrets after death

Dear Guy de Michêl

c/o American Daze/Purple Haze,

New York, NY 10001:

Thank you for your letter, it was good to hear from you. In answer to your question, I will not live long enough (by hundreds if not thousands of years) to be around to witness voyages into deep space — but way before any of that I might find some answers when I die and am transported through space and time on an as-yet undiscovered wave length in the electromagnetic spectrum. I call it a state of wave-being, transcending beyond all imagination the limitations of being a human being.

The phenomenon of wave-being comes to me on reliable authority. 

The following is a portion of a transcript of a recording of a conversation between myself and a person who died and secretly communicated it to me by means that at this point in my research are unknown. Personal portions of the conversation have been omitted as irrelevant to the matter at hand.

THE EXCERPT: Think of waves in the electromagnetic spectrum. Over the years, humans have managed to capture some of the invisible waves — radio and television waves, microwaves, ultraviolet, x-rays, gamma rays, but there are immeasurably more out there that humans cannot see or catch. I am one of those waves. Call it yet another undiscovered wave length.

That is all I am at liberty to divulge at this point, but I believe it is substantive to the subject of your letter.

Perhaps we could meet for schnapps on your next visit to Düsseldorf.

Yours, etc.

Prof. Wilhelm Michelob,

University of Wunschdenken.


The afterlife: Riding the wave

One man’s incredible communication with his dead son

The man is alone in bed when his cell phone rings. He flips it open. “Don’t freak out,” a voice says, “I’ll explain.”

Good advice from the get-go because the man thinks he is going mad. He sits upright in bed. His heart suddenly goes into overdrive. It’s his son’s voice on the phone. His son died eighteen months earlier at the age of twenty-three.

The man is going into a state of shock. His heart races. His face feels like it’s on fire. He’s either having a panic attack or a heart attack.

“Will?! This can’t be happening! Who the hell is this? Is this a gag?” And then more to himself: “I must be going insane.”

”You’re not going insane,” his son’s voice says. “Just listen to me, please, I’ll explain.”

“You died, I was there, you’re dead.”

”Yes — and no. Listen to me now.”

”Where the hell are you?”

”Certainly not in hell.” His son rapidly explains that he is using an undiscovered wave in the electromagnetic spectrum to tap into his father’s phone.

“This is madness—“ his father starts to say.

“Dad, please, I don’t know how long I can keep this connection. Let me say this as fast as I can. As to where I am, that’s a difficult question. I’m not even sure myself. I call it a state of wave-being—“

“What are you talking about?”

“Let me get this out. Think of waves in the electromagnetic spectrum. Over the years, humans have managed to capture some of the invisible waves — radio and television waves, microwaves, ultraviolet, x-rays, gamma rays, but there are immeasurably more out here that humans can’t see or catch. I’m one of those waves. Call it yet another undiscovered wave.”

“Jesus Christ,” his father manages to say.

“No Jesus Christ so far,” his son replies with a little laugh. “No sign of anything like that, just an incredible cerebral sensation of being part of the universe. Like a dream. I can see it all…“

Sudden static on the line. “Will,” his father says, “are you still there?”

”Barely,” his son’s voice crackles back. “Losing this connection. Dad, you remember my favorite song in those last days?”

”I’ll never forget — ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper,’ Blue Oyster Cult.”

Static increases. “Dad, real quick, I’ve got to tell you. We will be together, riding this wave.”

Static gets worse. “Will?”

”Losing it. Dad, one last thing.”

”Yes?”

”Don’t fear the reaper.”

Line goes dead. “Will? Will, are you still there? Have I lost you? Hello? Will?”

The man keeps the phone pressed to his ear and listens to the silence.

Don’t Fear the Reaper

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