Saturday, April 30, 2022

Matt Hayser "When Elysium Calls" MLP FiM

 



With Big Mac spending more time with his wife Sugar Belle, Applejack and Apple Bloom mostly work on the farm and hang out with their friends. Some days feel very lonely. Apple Bloom asks her sister if she remembers anything about her parents Bright Mac and Pear Butter. Applejack replies that she can’t remember very much, only that they had cared for her lovingly as an infant. Applejack says that they would be very proud of Apple Bloom for all her hard work in helping other ponies find their cutie marks.

 

After the Mane Six visit the Student Six, who are beginning to tutor the various creature students at the Friendship School, Pinkie rushes back with a newspaper with a headline “Pony Psychic Convention This Nightmare Night.” Twilight and Applejack both roll their eyes, as they don’t believe in psychics. But Pinkie Pie then reminds Twilight about her pinkie sense and how sometimes you have to trust your instincts. Rainbow Dash considers this a cool opportunity to help prank ponies, Fluttershy looks nervous about the prospects of ghosts and Rarity decides it’s worth a shot. Zecora visits and reminds the ponies in rhyme to be careful of which psychics to trust.

 

At the convention, the ponies dress up in costumes and begin to head toward the tents where there are fortune tellers. One pony looked into a crystal ball (the same one in the Pinkie sense episode) and was mostly accurate on accounting present nearby events for the Mane Six. She then told Applejack, “New knowledge will come to you in spirit, though it may take a while for you to hear it.” Applejack brushes it off and leads the way out. The ponies go to other psychics but find they are expensive and sleezy, doing cold readings and general statements. After visiting all of them, Applejack and Twilight deemed it a waste of time, (though Spike and pinkie and Rainbow enjoyed the candy and Halloween fun.

 

The Mane Six then notice a long line to the last psychic they haven’t visited. They see a gray pony with a short brown mane, a white jacket with golden angel wings and two white feathers for a cutie mark. He was the famous Matt Hayser; psychic medium, author, and star of the theater production “Meet the Haysers.” (On “Neigh! Entertainment”). His readings were expensive: 11.11 bits, almost as much as the sleezy psychics…but each and every time, the ponies would leave the booth, crying tears of sadness and joy. He even read fillies and colts with permission from their parents. Rarity fell instantly in love with the handsome colt, Rainbow Dash was instantly amazed, Fluttershy became less nervous and Pinkie Pie was beaming, already planning a “Psychic Party” for later. But the session was soon over and Applejack and the Mane Six had ran out of money. Matt said he’d be back and showed Twilight a cover of his book “When Elysium Calls: Secrets of the Afterlife.”

 

Twilight buys the book and instantly becomes both suspicious and fascinated. Browsing through it, she remarks that no pony has even mentioned what happens after a pony dies. Twilight assumed that they would fade into nothingness while some ponies believed they would go to Celestia’s realm or Tartarus. Twilight and Applejack have arguments and debates with other ponies about what happens after death. Applejack immediately becomes suspicious of the famous Matt, saying he’s only reading for the money and fame. A few other ponies agree with her, but so many claim that Matt is the real deal.

 

Applejack brushes aside the matter, telling herself that she’ll never know what happened to her parents (It’s a kid’s show after all). But one tragic day, Granny Smith is ill in the hospital. Big Mac, Apple Bloom, Applejack and the rest of the Apple family take care of her day by day, until one day, it’s too late, she dies peacefully by herself. Consumed by grief, Applejack blames herself for not being there when Granny needed her. The friends try to cheer up the Apple family, but nothing works. No song, food, magic or even therapy seems to do the trick. Applejack has nightmares of ghosts from Tartarus chasing after her, her parents in cages crying out for help then fading into blackness.

 

With a heavy heart, Twilight realizes that there may be one pony left who could provide solace to Applejack…but busy Matt, his wife Alexa Hayser and their new colt, Royce are about to get on the train back to Bronco Island! Twilight pushes past fans and camera crews to convince Matt to do one more emergency meeting. “The whole Apple Family needs your help!” she said. “Use your magic to read them!” Matt teleports them to the Apple farm and dispels her claim, “I don’t need to use magic in my readings; I was born with my ability.”

 

Applejack becomes suspicious, saying she doesn’t want to pay for a fake reading and theory. Spike lets himself get read by Matt and he reveals he can read any creature, not just ponies. Matt tells Spike about his two dragon parents and Spike cries tears of amazement. Matt says he’ll only charge half price and patiently waits for Applejack to step forward, her whole family present.  

 

Applejack lets herself be read and Matt Hayser tells her not only about her parents but that Granny Smith was there in spirit as well. He says Granny Smith didn’t want her family to see her so sick and that there was nothing they could’ve done to cure her. He says that Applejack and her family did all they could and says that Granny says thank you.  He also mentioned that Granny Smith is “safe and at peace in Elysium with Grand Pear, Bright Mac and Pear Butter.” Big Mac sobs into Sugar Belle’s hooves, Applejack and Apple Bloom embrace. Matt Hayser mentions specific memories about Applejack as an infant with her parents, Applejack riding on her mother’s back, things that Applejack had long forgotten about and that Big Mac suddenly had recollections of.  Matt says that her parents had died from Hay Fever and a string of illnesses, describing their pains through brief feelings in his body. He then mentions signs of their communications and two shooting stars...Applejack gasps as she and her sister remember the two shooting stars they had seen in “Apple Family Reunion.” “Yes, those shooting stars you saw represent your parents, Applejack,” Matt said. Matt also says, “Your father wants to thank you for keeping his special cowboy hat with you. He knows you wear it every single day to remember him.” He concludes while embracing her, “Your parents and your grandparents all love you very much.”

 

Applejack soon starts to believe Matt, much to her surprise. Matt says he can use magic to help others see the dead for a brief period of time. Big Mac says that he had a picture of his whole family and saw “a couple faint white spots in the background.” Big Mac hands him a picture of the Apple Family all together, and Matt’s horn glows silver and blue. “Look closely,” he said. Applejack and the others see Pear Butter and Bright Mac standing with the family, though their bodies were glowing. After a minute, they faded away. “You see those orbs in the picture there? That’s them!”

 

With closure, Applejack thanks Matt Hayser and also her friends for encouraging her to believe in the unseen. Matt waves goodbye and heads back to Bronco Island with his family. As she watched the sun set, she noticed two gifts for her on the table sent randomly by her cousin: a green apple revealing seeds and an orange star and a jar of honey, the same as her parents’ cutie marks. “It might be another sign!” Apple Bloom exclaimed. But Applejack smiles a small smile and says, “Let’s just focus on living our lives the best we can. I know Granny Smith, Mom and Dad would be proud of us no matter what.”

 

Toward the end, Matt Fraser arrives and asks Celestia and Luna if they would like a reading and they agree. After the session, the emotional royals thank him, both getting the chills and ask him where he’s going. Matt smiles. “I heard there are three stone villains close by who could use a good reading...free of charge! Since they’re stuck, I’m sure they’ll be very good listeners!”


Saturday, April 23, 2022

Psychic Matt Fraser song (To the tune of "We Don't Talk About Bruno")






“Holy Shit it’s Matt Fraser!” (To the tune of “We Don’t Talk About Bruno”)

 

Holy shit, it’s Matt Fraser, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Holy shit, it’s Matt Fraser…oh

 

It was a tragic day

(It was one tragic day)

Our son, deathly sick, and they said he was destined to die

(How the doctors all did try!)

 

Meeting our fears, our eyes cascading tears-

Hey wait!

My friends tell a tale of a psychic

Likely fake but hey, why not?

 

 

They then said, “Matt is his name”

“He can read anyone!”

“A TV star, cares not for fame”

“Buy your tickets, sit anywhere”

“Afterwards, you won’t be the same!”

New medium, eh?  Well then, okay

 

Holy shit, it’s Matt Fraser, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Holy shit, it’s Matt Fraser…oh

 

 

So! Months later, I saw Matt on stage, waving to the audience

He randomly wandered to people, a peaceful silence

Parents and lovers crying tears of sadness and joy, step-step-step-

He soon stepped closer when he sensed my presence

We locked eyes and his face was free of menace

With no questions, he directly told me, too…

“Your son’s right behind you”

 

A confident pose

The dead within his sight

When he reads your soul

The past comes to light

“Your family is near”

“There’s nothing to fear”

 

 

Holy shit, it’s Matt Fraser, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Holy shit, it’s Matt Fraser…oh

 

 

He said “You’re wearing your mom’s necklace”

Around my neck, there! (Whoa, whoa)

“Your dad’s ashes are in your room.”

Am I glad or scared? (Whoa, whoa)

He relayed my sister’s illness and date of death

That cannot be compared (Whoa, whoa)

Your heart is healed when your connection is aired!

 

 

Matt told me of my dad’s drinking days and hardships I never knew of before

Matt told me of my dad’s apology and the hope to reunite once more

(Forgive and let go of the pain)

 

Matt told me that my sweet little dog, would greet me after death

Happy and immortal

It’s like I see the signs

Oh and, do not forget your Life Review (It’s like I can see the signs)

I can see the signs

 

Matt Fraser…

Yeah, about Matt Fraser

I need some comfort from Matt Fraser

Give me the whole divine truth, Matt Fraser

(Announcement, he’s visiting your city!)

Time for readings!

 

A confident pose (It was a tragic day, it was one tragic day)

The dead within his sight (Our son, deathly sick)

When he reads your soul (and they said he was destined to die)

The past comes to light (How the doctors all did try!)

 



“Your family is here” (Meeting our fears, our eyes cascading tears-)

“There’s nothing to fear” (Hey wait!)

My friends tell a tale of a psychic

Likely fake but hey, why not? (Forgive and let go of the pain)

 

 

 They then said, “Matt is his name,” (A confident pose, the dead within his sight)

“He can read everyone! Cares not for fame!” (When he reads your soul, the past comes to light)

“Buy your tickets, sit anywhere” (“Your family is near”)

“Afterwards, you won’t be the same!” (“There’s nothing to fear”)

He’s here!

 

Oh yes, it’s Matt Fraser, yeah! (He will change the world, Matt Fraser)

Solace comes from Matt Fraser

We’re all so thankful for Matt Fraser!

 


Friday, April 15, 2022

Journey of an Afterlifetime - Psychic Matt Fraser's Ascension

 


 

Earth, 2075

 

A nation…divided…united…and divided again. Steel pointed buildings, some with solar panels on them, arched toward the never-ending smog-filled sky. A few hovering cars moved here and there, while a speed train zoomed from California to New York, providing a faster way to travel than going by car.

 

The aftermath of the Ukraine/Russian War, the Korean initiated World War 3, and even the old pandemic of the 2020s were still being felt. Many areas were still too dangerous because of nuclear radiation. Racism, sexism and all the isms still existed and now people were judged based on the purities of their DNA and their IQs. On the bright side, A.Is. were now official citizens and technosexual was legitimized into an orientation. One time there was one female black US president…still only one despite decades.

 

People were living to be ninety five on average thanks to technology that slowed the DNA aging process. Cyborg enhancements and surgery allowed people to look like young fit superheroes, even as they aged. Africa was now less a third world country and more of a small community. A newspaper had a headline: “Cancer is 80% curable, scientists and doctors declare!”

 

A new Mediterranean city, named after Atlantis and inspired by it, gleamed in the sunlight. But it was mostly artificial and consisted of museums and tourism. Mars and the Moon were now popular tourism sights…citizens could ride up in a space elevator, get on a ship and hover around the planets, though they could only get on Moon and Mars with spacesuits one at a time. Plus, it was very expensive. The underwater cities on Earth were slightly more affordable.

 

And most bizarrely of all, there was finally public scientific proof of an afterlife…a fact that changed the course of human history forever. Though the majority of people were still afraid and taken aback, a new movement: Deceased Extraterrestrial Ancestor Theology Harmony (D.E.A.T.H.) was a metaphysical activist group who helped encourage communication with spirits, deities, deceased loved ones, aliens and guides.

 

“Remember the incredible psychics and scientists in the early 21st century who helped establish proof of the other side!” university professors declared. The younger students would merely yawn, preferring to daydream about alien strip dancers and starship fights in the Andromedian galaxy.

 

The movement sparked endless controversy. The leaders in D.E.A.T.H. were metaphysical teachers who helped people communicate with those on the other side. In their philosophy, children were taught meditation, the sacredness of nature and how to clear their minds. They believed that esoteric knowledge should be available to everyone to further advance humanity. Instead of shunning people and children away from death, they encouraged the young and old to seek contact from their guides early on in life. Children right and left were happily comparing each other’s spirit guides, them becoming “imaginary” friends. Those who hadn’t developed their spiritual abilities, however, were often shunned out and instead joined groups that bashed any form of spirituality. The religious were relieved to feel freer from the insistence of many scientific organizations that “spirits and God are not real.” Though they still remained very suspicious of the spiritualists, as their beliefs did not fit the original doctrines.

 

“God is not some old white man in the sky,” said the spiritualists. “Science and religion are combined, two sides of one. He is genderless…more incredible and incomprehensible than you can imagine!”

 

“Are you kidding?” asked the Christians. “You portray Him as just a golden ball of light!”

 

“He’s not just a golden ball of light. He…They…are the very fabric of the universe.”

 

“God punishes all sinners.”

 

“No. God loves everyone unconditionally, no matter who they were in life! There is no punishment, only learning and evolution. Kids don’t learn anything when they’re punished, it only instills fear. But with positive and negative conditioning, they learn of the consequences of their actions. It’s the same with us.”

 

“Heaven and Hell exist. Not just from scripture. But from NDEs.”

 

“Wrong. There is only the astral realm and the life review for everyone. We all become perfect beings of energy.”

 

The skeptics would retort, “No one exists after death! Keep your delusional fantasies to yourselves!”

 

 Soon, communicating with spirits was, for many people, as easy as gaining access to the Internet. “Everyone has psychic abilities,” the teachers claimed. “It is our birthright to use them to help ourselves and others. Remember, we have free will and it’s up to us to direct the course of our lives.”

 

 

“For the first time in history, much of the populace is not afraid of death,” said a man with blue spiky hair. “I can connect to my deceased grandfather every day and he helps guide me through my grief and my life.”

 

“I can’t wait to see my dog when I die,” said a fearless little girl wearing a red dress. “I always knew there was more to life and death than we’ve been taught! My younger brother is on the other side, too. He still likes to tease me in my head, but my parents don’t believe me. They’re still very sad.”

 

“All living and dead things are one,” mentioned an elderly man. “Death connects everyone because we all will go through it, and we have all lost someone we cared about. It is only through death that we realize how precious this learning opportunity called life, is. Ironically, the thing we fear the most will bring us to the greatest heights in human history.”

 

“Humanity has progressed considerably ever since the existence of the Pleiadians, Arcturians, Greys, Reptilians, Lyrans, Andromedians have all been claimed to likely exist,” said a dark-haired woman. Most of these alien races are said to be beneficial and facilitate our psychic and awareness abilities. They have healed us and given us wisdom, like our lost loved ones. With the right techniques for protection and healing, there is nothing we cannot achieve! Planetary travel and trade should go up in a few years.”

 

“Embrace the Source God of Light and Love! For God is everywhere!”

 

 But many other groups were not as enthused.

 

“Those crazy hippie liberals,” scoffed a white man. He held up an article disproving the existence of aliens. “They don’t realize how dangerous it is to communicate with unknown entities. I bet no younger generation remembers the Spirit Scare of 2066. Yes, demons, Greys, and trickster spirits exist…and they can harm you just for the sake of it! So many businessmen, priests and criminals have made nasty deals with these beings for lust, money, power, and land. Hauntings, disease, and fear have spread, and people report NDEs of going to Hell. If it weren’t for some brave spirit hunters, there would’ve been a mortal-spirit war that would’ve ended up…with us losing and kind of a stalemate since they are dead. Spirits aren’t happy beings singing kumbaya and wanting to be your friend. Spirits are illusionists, shapeshifters and aliens who should never be trusted. I shudder to think that there may be a soul…thing inside each of us.”

 

“I bet there is a reason why the secrets of life and death are kept in the dark,” remarked an African American lady. “The youth movements are actually suicide cults who make up stories about death leading to paradise. People desperately want that, so they kill themselves because they are curious. I learned from an early age not to worship any aliens, idols, or entities other than God. ‘In God we trust,’ our old saying that used to appear on coins. These spirits are messing with our minds. The aliens want to experiment and dissect us. We’re lucky that these spirits haven’t decided to enslave us! We shall only know the mysteries of God when we become one with Him…but as we are on Earth, we must repent for our sins and love one another with compassion. The living people are never meant to wield such power.”

 

“Reincarnation and karma exist,” said a dark-skinned individual. “Past lives exist as well. Which makes me wonder…why does Source hide all this info from us? How can we fix our previous lifetimes if we don’t remember them? It’s like Source God wants us to be oblivious each and every lifetime. And when we go to Heaven after fighting the Hindu demons, we become complacent and happy, then enduring lifetime cycles again and again. We’ll never become enlightened if we don’t break free from this matrix!”

 

“Ouija boards, tarot cards, all this nonsense is just inviting dark spirits in,” said a blonde man wearing a special morphing bodysuit decorated with glowing lights. “All this New Age talk…though it’s not New Age anymore, but medieval thinking, reflected from the early century. People of the past were so blind they knew more about ocean and space than the afterlife, a.k.a. not much. Much has changed since then, and much will change again. Perhaps unicorns will be proven to exist someday. Because if we die and are able to live in our minds…it’ll be fantastic and terrifying at the same time. What if we aren’t alone? That would be much better than if we find out we are alone and will go into nonexistence. Creepy, much? Um…did I say ‘much’ again?”

 

“There’s still no proof that the afterlife even exists!” declared a scientist. “We still can’t explain God to this very day. All the technology that allows us to see light and “spirits,” is nothing more than a magician’s show to deceive the young masses. The orb lights that come out of people’s bodies when they pass…special effects no doubt. And NDEs are illusions created by the dying brain, that’s a fact. Psychics and ghost hunters need to stop the craze and let us get on with our rational lives. Once we die, that’s it. That’s the way it's always been.”

 

0 0 0

 

A voice speaks inside the mind…beyond regular thought.

 

“Hello, can you hear me out there?”

 

A pause.

 

“Oh, you can? Good. You’re one of the lucky few...from the 2020s, I see, and rather young. Tsk, tsk. Yes, I know everything, you don’t belong here. I know you can’t see me, so let’s go to a better place to meet. Shrink down.”

 

A black hole portal appeared in the air, unnoticed by anyone else. The pull toward it was instant.

 

“Smaller…”

 

Zooming further to the bacteria level…

 

“Keep going.”

 

Cells of various organisms move in the cluttered space…

 

“More. This may take a little while…”

 

Atoms and molecules pulse in empty space…

 

“Don’t stop there! Look for what is within the atoms!”

 

Zooming to strands of non-physical string-like energy, orienting the subatomic particles.

 

“There you go! Now ride the energy through the veil!”

 

Pulsing…a zipping light speed, a white tunnel, a chime of random peaceful music…music that was simple yet beautiful and uncommon on Earth.

 

A vibrant cosmic world of energy, stars and symbols flashing here and there…

 

White and teal sentient energy shapes of animals, plants, humans, with varying aura colors. New soul spheres coming into existence from dark energy. Souls surrounded by light brings in robes, signing life contracts with a spiral signature of their own unique energy…

 

Loved ones, pets, and ancestors were showering the area with love and comfort. The happiness they emitted was overwhelming, unlike anything ever felt before. The world often flashed between the cosmos, the ocean, ancient lands like Atlantis, and ordinary scenes on Earth. Dark energy and matter were swimming with energy molecules that were very much alive and part of the “air” itself. White soul spheres were traveling through portals to Earth, while their following guides waved a hand, erasing their memories. Souls were connected to each other in all dimensions by thin transparent golden strings from their heads and hearts.

 

There was a giant golden-white orb of a powerful genderless Source, sending unconditional love and peace in every direction!

 

Illuminating symbols hovered around the all-encompassing energy sphere by the dozens: a Christian cross, a Buddhism wheel, a yin-yang symbol, Islamic symbols, Confucius Chinese symbols, a crystal Jewish symbol, an Ankh, Native American Great Spirit icons, white angel wings and two white feathers close together.

 

The two intertwined white feathers hovered forward and glowed. A charismatic young male voice spoke through the symbol, intermingling with other background voices.

 

“Excellent, you made it! Welcome to Heaven, also known as the afterlife! You may start to feel tranquil, childlike, very much aware of everyone around you, and if you didn’t have psychic abilities before in your life, you most certainly will now. Everyone can read thoughts here.”

 

The voice continued.

 

“As a mediator between here and Earth and one of God’s closest messengers, I was sent to do my routine night check on my living family and spotted you. You were a young adult during the 2020s and to see you unaged so far in the future…I knew something was up. We have some restrictions on time-travel so... that journey was one of the few painless ways to get here. Apologies but your one-way trip is non-refundable.” 

 

A pause.

 

“Don’t freak out, you’re right where you belong! Allow me to appear and introduce myself…”

 

A flash of light and a glowing white figure appeared. Among the swirling colorful bands of energy, sparkling like crystals on the surface, were circular sparks rising upwards. Rainbow light and colors of wavelengths nonexistent to humans shone in the being’s eyes. The being materialized to a human form with a light gold aura around him.

 

A tall smiling man with white skin and short brown hair appeared, his hair slightly thicker in the middle near his forehead. He wore black shoes, black pants, and a black buttoned shirt over his chest. Over his shoulders was a white jacket decorated with golden angel wings on either side, arching upward. His arms were folded in a confident pose…his smile enthusiastic. He was an authentic entertainer, the very same as he was when he was on Earth.

 

 

“Hello, I’m Matt Fraser the psychic medium…and now one of many Ascended Masters in the afterlife.”

 

 

Shadowy figures appeared behind Matt, then flashed to reveal glowing heavenly forms of humans.  

 

My psychic grandmother, Mary is over there,” Matt Fraser said, referring to a woman with curly dark hair. “My psychic mother is next to her. My grandmother passed her gift to my mother who in turn passed it onto me.”

 

A blonde woman appeared nearby with an older man.

 

“There’s my sister,” said Matt. “She didn’t grow up with any psychic powers and now she’s still surprised at her new abilities! And that man is my dad...skeptical at first but not anymore. I thank them for supporting me on Earth all those years. This young form that I’m taking right now, is what I looked like in the 2020s, the prime years of my life. We don’t have our older, sicker appearances from when we died on Earth. Remember, age and time do not exist in the spiritual world. Souls are energy and essentially immortal!”

 

He chuckled, holding a purring glowing Bengal cat in his arms.

 

“My mother became well-known for her readings and could use divination to see a person’s future. She healed so many people…and helped me with my incredible lifetime mission on Earth. My grandmother comforted me when I was a little boy, back when I was terrified of seeing spirits in my bedroom. I eventually learned that they were coming to me because I was one of few people who could relay their messages to their loved ones. I endured bullying at school, but I graduated and became an EMT to heal people in the medical field. But then after a while, I realized that I could use my gift for the good of humanity. The voices never went away, no matter how hard I tried to ignore them. Every time I walked into a room, I could see the figures of loved ones standing behind their living family members, flashing symbols to my mind’s eye, and talking in my head and my ears. I could also feel the energy of souls and smell certain smells when they were around. Names and dates were also shown to me to provide validation.”

 

“It wasn’t long before I was ready to embrace my destiny as a medium, as my grandmother correctly foretold. I became the star of my own television show “Meet The Frasers” on E! Entertainment. Online and in person, I connected with thousands of people from all over the world, giving them messages of regret, love, humor and hope from their departed loved ones. I also published perhaps a dozen books about the afterlife over the years, answering endless questions and providing closure to as many people as possible.” 

 

A beautiful dark-haired woman wearing a white dress, gold earrings and jewelry floated by, happily carrying a platter of fruits, cheese, nuts, and food she artistically arranged herself.

 

Matt smiled. “This is my beautiful wife and soulmate Alexa. Rhode Island beauty queen pageant and wonderful mother. We spent many great years on Earth together, going back and forth between traveling all around the world, being on air and taking care of our family.”

 

Matt waved his hand and a bubble appeared, showing Earth. An elderly man was teaching a psychic class and handing out Matt Fraser’s books.

 

“That is my son Royce,” said Matt. “He was born back in 2022 and was the sweetest baby boy for a while. He had kids of his own and all of them are sharing my spiritual teachings and legacy all over the world! They call me “2020s Medium Messenger!” Me in spiritual history textbooks…mind-blown! My family members here help me watch over them to make sure they are safe and that they are enjoying their lives.”

 

Matt’s eyes gleamed.  “I gotta tell you, it was amazing enough being a medium on Earth, but now in the afterlife…”

 

Positive white energy spread from him in all directions. “…I can provide instant comfort and guidance to hundreds of souls at once! I knew how spirit communication worked back on Earth, with signs and symbols, and even here, I am always learning something new. Whenever my living family or my fans need guidance from me, I’ll often send them images of two white feathers into their meditating minds, and a Bengal cat. Plus 11:11. Always a classic.” 

 

Matt floated toward the other symbols. “As you may know, every individual on Earth has decreased loved ones in spirit who watch over them from multiple places at the same time. They also have spirit guides, strangers from other time periods who agree to watch and guide them in life so they can evolve in the spirit world. There are also guardian angels who protect the living as well.”

 

“But let me tell you about something less common. And to be honest, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would reach this highest spiritual level. The Ascended Master. First of all, what is an Ascended Master?”

 

He mentioned to the glowing symbols making a circle around the God Source light sphere.

 

“Here’s what spirit has told me. Regular souls are guided by spirit guides. Spirit guides spend years training and learning about certain souls that will be born on Earth. After they successfully help the soul through life and death, they evolve and become teachers to help other spirit guides. Then there is the divine etheric counsel of mentors who work with spirit guides, angels, and other spirits to plan the various lifetimes of souls.”

 

“Now Ascended Masters are above spirit guides and guardian angels, kind of like Cherubim and Seraphim in Christian myth. These former human souls are the closest to God and have merged with their higher selves. Yahweh, Allah, Braham, Amun, Jehovah, all are different names for the same genderless God entity. Many examples of Ascended Masters are as follows: Jesus Christ, St. Germain, Confucius, Gautama Buddha, Lao Tzu, Ghandi, Mother Mary, Archangel Michael, Kwan Yin, and many others. These individuals have evolved beyond the material world, beyond the karmic cycle and have become one with God. They are the legends who have done incredible feats to teach mankind, going through many sacrifices and hard work. They are the philosophers, prophets, saints, healers, and mentors whose impact is still strong hundreds of years later. They have learned their life lessons and are ready to help both humanity and soulity…that’s the soul version of humanity. Due to my role in revealing the truth about the afterlife, thus changing human history for the better, I was chosen to be a part of the Ascended Masters. It’s still lots of work, mind you! Even though a physical medium on Earth is required for me to speak through to living clients, I’m still a strong link between the worlds. Being dead will not stop me from helping all of you mortals!”

 

“Now don’t get me wrong, it may seem hierarchical, but in the spiritual world, everyone is equal in God’s light. And fate says that over millions of years, every soul, human animal, alien etc. will eventually become an Ascended Master, merge with God, and go back into the unified state of nonexistence before the universe begins again. That’s what’s prophesized, I think, it only takes an eternity. Yes, believe it or not, you will become a psychic soul in Heaven with your loved ones...and you too can eventually become an Ascended Master over rebirths, positive life choices and challenges. Go beyond the ego, fear, hate and anger…you were born to love and be loved. God will make sure everyone succeeds and that everyone is loved unconditionally in the end.”

 

Matt shrugged. “Don’t believe me? Sound too good and fantastical to be true? If the afterlife and spirits are real, then anything and everything is possible.”  

 

Matt Fraser smiled, hands out in an open gesture. “There are so many wonderful things to do and learn here, my friend. But there is one thing to do before you go free. It’s time for your final test…your Life Review! The movie of your entire life, where you are your only judge! The thoughts of everyone around you, how your deeds impacted humanity and those around you will be revealed. Through the joy and pain, God and your loved ones will help you through it. You’ll be the star of your own show with perfect theme music and everything, just like me! You’ll see all the good things, bad things and mundane things you did from your birth until your death…except that random time-travel part because that’s off the timeline and doesn’t count.”

 

He cleared his throat. “I’ll talk with God and see if you can be transported back to your time after the review, memory erased, of course. And if not…well, I guess you’ll be staying with me and your loved ones for a loooong while. You create your own imaginative paradise here, after all. Anyone you want to see, anywhere you want to go…” He winked… “it’s just a thought away.”

 

A blank movie screen flanked by red theater curtains appeared, hovering closer. The screen turned white, filling in all surrounding space, zooming forward.

 

Being consumed by the eternal Source…the bliss was too much to be described.

 

“Good luck!” Matt Fraser chuckled one last time. “I look forward to seeing you soon!”