Before his death on Nov. 5, 1985 Jack O'Donnell was the driving force behind the Messenger. He was a machinist, not a psychic, but he understood what I was and believed in me.
After he died I began talking to him. I would ask him questions, and not get an answer right away. Although I never told anyone what I was doing at home, when I went to church the mediums would bring his exact words to me. For instance, I asked him one night, What are you doing now? His words, "I am going to school." Then I asked, What is it like up there? His answer, "It's majestic." I said one evening, Jack, Let's do something together, will you work with me? His answer, "Yes, I will work with you."
Then one day feeling a bit blue, I asked, Do you still love me? The next day first thing in the morning, no matter where I went or what I did, I felt waves of love coming at me from all directions. It was so intense, so indescribable, and at first I did not realize that it was coming from him. Then I remembered that I had asked, Do you still love me? Then one rainy day I went into a light meditation. In a frivolous mood I asked, Honey, what do you do when it rains? I saw him running across the lawn and pop into the house with a big grin on his face, as much as to say- I come in out of the rain.
One evening I was talking to him telling him about my day, when I noticed that he was talking to me. In my head I heard these words, "Honey, I have to leave you for a while, I am needed. There will be many, many people die. There will be fire, flood, and earthquake. But don't worry. It will not come near you." I was startled to hear this and didn't know what he was talking about until the next evening when I turned on the TV news and heard about the Chernoble disaster. Ever since there has been one disaster after another.
This one I am almost reluctant to tell you, but here goes. One Valentine's day, Jack had given me a musical card which played "'Till the End Of Time." I had put it away, and forgot about it. After his death, when I was needing his reassurance, I was looking for something else and found the card I had tucked away. I set it up on the little desk in my bedroom. I noticed that it would open and begin to play by itself, so I taped the top of it to keep it from opening accidently, because I didn't want it to wear out. Well, even with the tape on it, several times, without my ever going near it or touching it, it would open and begin to play. One evening I was lying in bed, perfectly still, thinking of him, there was no fan blowing, no air-conditioner, nothing. I wasn't walking around, not touching anything, no way that card would open by itself, but it did and began to play. This has happened so many times that I have to believe that Jack has something to do with it.
My son sold Jack's boat, a hobie cat, to a couple of young men. They took the boat out for a sail, and later told my son that when they beached the boat for lunch, they saw a man with a pipe in his hand sitting on their boat. They had never met him, but they described my Jack.

Lily O'Donnell is the Editor of The Messenger. (No longer publishing.)

A Spiritist believes that under Natural Law they are responsible for their actions. If they make a mistake it is their responsibility to correct it. Not saying that they could not obtain help from Spirit, who will certainly guide them in their efforts to correct past mistakes and even aide them in those efforts.