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A Lawyer presents the case for the Afterlife "The Irrefutable objective Evidence" Victor Zammit (Australia)
Introduction: Essential information
Editor Note - The Astral City - A story of a doctor's odyssey in the Spirit World Andre Luiz, through Francisco C Xavier Chapter 1 & 2. Also available at here or here . |
In his interesting book "A lawyer presents the case for the afterlife - the irrefutable objective evidence", Victor Zammit exposes a collection of reports on the 'objective evidences' sustaining the afterlife thesis.
In the defense elaborated by Zammit (he is a experienced lawyer) there is sufficient proofs which show the necessity of a better consideration of the afterlife idea (a point already discussed by Kardec at lengths in his first works).
In the next issue of the SM, we will bring a detailed discussion of the conception of 'scientific evidence' and objectivity in Science. This account will serve to emphasize the importance of Zammit's works since the majority of the psychic phenomena are in a sense 'more objective' than many physical (material) facts. However, in order for a kind of phenomenon to be scientifically valuable, it must not necessarily be observable by the common senses (the so called 5 senses), but should be correctly connected to a theoretical background that sustain the existence of the phenomenon.
GEAE editorial board.
A LAWYER PRESENTS THE CASE FOR THE AFTERLIFE "THE IRREFUTABLE OBJECTIVE EVIDENCE"
http://www.ozemail.com.au/~vwzammit
Victor Zammit
Revised Version July 1999
Victor Zammit BA (Psych) MA (Hist) LLB. PhD vwzammit@ozemail.com.au
Retired Solicitor of the Supreme Court of New South Wales and the High Court of Australia - Psychic researcher and Lecturer in psychic phenomena.
Contents
Part 1
1. Introduction: essential information
2. What's wrong with
being a closed-minded skeptic?
3. Respected scientists who
investigated
4. Electronic Voice Phenomena (EVP)
5. Instrumental Transcommunication
(ITC)
6. Recent advances in ITC- under
construction
7. Rebutting the skeptics
on EVP and ITC
8. Einstein's E=mc2
and materialization
9. Other psychic laboratory experiments
10. Scientific observation
of mediums
11. Leonor Piper- a US medium who
convinced all skeptics
12. Two closed minded cheats
13. Materialization
mediumship
14. Helen Duncan- a magnificent
British medium
15. Direct voice mediumship
16. A modern medium who
confounds the skeptics
17. Irrefutable proof-
Frederick Myers Cross Correspondences
18. Proxy sittings refute
the allegation of mind reading
19. Science and the Out of Body
Experience
20. Science and the Near Death Experience
21. Science and apparitions
22. Deathbed Visions
23. Science and the
magnificent aura
24. The ouija board
25. Xenoglossy
26. Poltergeists and the
failure of the
(British) SPR
27. Reincarnation
28. Summing up the objective
evidence
29. Communicating with afterlife
intelligences
30. What does
happen
when we die?
31. Bibliography for afterlife
research
32. Links to
similar sites
Part 2
Theoretical physics backs survival
British Physics analyst RON PEARSON-
author, lecturer on subatomic particles
Part 3
The Seven Laws of Psychic Energy
Dr Victor
Zammit (vwzammit@ozemail.com.au)
INTRODUCTION: ESSENTIAL INFORMATION
Excerpt kindly authorized for publishing by V Zammit
'The greater the ignorance, the greater the dogmatism.'
Sir William Ostler MD
There is undeniable scientific evidence to-day for the afterlife. I am an open minded skeptic lawyer, a former practicing attorney-at-law formally qualified in a number of university disciplines.
The argument that follows is not just an abstract, theoretical, academic legal argument. As an open minded investigator I set out to investigate the existing evidence for survival and with others to create conditions to test for ourselves claims that communication with intelligences from the afterlife is possible.
After many years of serious investigation I have come to the irretrievable conclusion that there is a great body of evidence which taken as a whole absolutely and unqualifiedly proves the case for the afterlife. I will not be arguing that the objective evidence has just very high value. Nor am I suggesting that this evidence be accepted beyond reasonable doubt. I am arguing that the evidence taken as a whole constitutes overwhelming and irrefutable proof for the existence of the afterlife.
There have been millions of pages written about psychic phenomena and scientific research into the afterlife. Using my professional background as an attorney and my university training in psychology, history and scientific method, I have very carefully selected aspects of psychic research and afterlife knowledge which would technically constitute objective evidence in the Supreme Court of the United States, the House of Lords in England, the High Court of Australia and in every civilized legal jurisdiction around the world.
When the objective evidence - the Electronic Voice Phenomena, Instrumental Transcommunication, Psychic Laboratory Experiments, Out of Body Experiences, Near Death Experiences, Xenoglossy, the Best Mediums, Direct Voice Mediumship, Cross Correspondences, Proxy Sittings, Poltergeists, Apparitions, and all of the other evidence contained in this work is seen collectively, the case for survival is absolutely stunning and irrefutable.
The evidence presented in this
work also proves the existence of so-called
'psychic phenomena', which are interconnected
with the afterlife and can only be explained satisfactorily
by survival. In absolute terms the evidence presented in this
work will convince the rational and intelligent open, unprejudiced
skeptic or the genuine searcher about the existence of
the afterlife.
For many years there has been a hostility to psychic science in the mainstream media and in universities and in some of the churches. The discoveries of serious scientists working to prove the afterlife have been misreported, distorted and ignored. High profile skeptics have been given unfair license by the media to ridicule cheat and lie with the result that the general public know very little about the great body of scientific research which has been accumulated.
Many people who are genuinely seeking
and are anxious to explore this fascinating area have
not been able to access unbiased factual
information because they may not have the skills or the time to
read and analyze fairly esoteric literature which in
some societies is simply not available because of formal and
informal censorship.
Initially, 'subjective' knowledge includes all information which cannot be independently substantiated. This includes personal religious beliefs - Christianity, Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism, Judaism. Subjective knowledge also includes skepticism because in context of the afterlife, no skeptic (or atheist or agnostic) can use science to objectively prove that skepticism is scientific or that nothing exists in the afterlife.
Like religion, skepticism is a personal, subjective belief which is subject to fundamental error and to complete invalidation. Because a personal subjective religious or skeptical belief does not have the substance of science, any subjective religious or skeptical belief can be absolutely invalid.
Objective knowledge - science - is where the same results and the same cause-effect connection can be demonstrated over time and space. Science is regarded as 'objective' in that any person who follows the scientific formulas, keeping variables constant, will get the same results. So a scientist who mixes acid and alkali in Sydney Australia in 1998 will get the same result as a scientist working in Moscow in 2,000 or in any other year. The studies in Electronic Voice Phenomena (EVP) and Instrumental Transcommunication (ITC) have clearly showed this element of repeatability. Investigators working independently in many different countries have been able to duplicate each others' work. Inevitably the objective always prevails over the subjective.
But not all science is conducted in the scientific laboratory.
Within the definition of science there is also the 'scientific, systematic observation of a phenomenon'. For example, whilst we accept and believe that thunder and lightening and storms do occur, we cannot duplicate them under laboratory conditions.
Case studies too, are important in
scientific method. As long as there is strict adherence to scientific method
when measuring anything, the results of the experiment necessarily
become scientifically based.
What I found in many of my meetings is that some people accept much of the information presented but some want to put emphasis on, or disagree about reincarnation or astrology, or meditation or prayer or crystals or even atheism or agnosticism.
For the purpose of the record, it is not the intention of the author to try to change anybody's beliefs or religion or atheism. This is not religious crusading. This is not a matter of faith or belief. This is a matter of either acceptance or non-acceptance of the objective evidence.
The author is giving you access to some very important objective information about the afterlife, undoubtedly the most important information you will ever come across in your lifetime. But ultimately, given all the information, you the reader will have to decide what you accept or reject.
In the past the clergy refused to
accept science because it conflicted with the clergy's personal religious
beliefs, as history records in the Galileo affair. After
200 years or so the clergy had to eventually accept that science
prevailed over personal, subjective religious beliefs.
It can never be any other way.
You the reader have to take extreme
care not to fall into the comfort zone trap, rejecting objective
information just because the objective, scientific information
conflicts with your personal, subjective
beliefs - be they religious or skeptical. As I mentioned above, where there
is an inconsistency between objective information and subjective
belief there is a need for either
more investigation or a change in the subjective belief._
It is submitted that once people feel comfortable with a set of beliefs, they do not want to change their beliefs even if new, objective and scientific information shows that part or all of the beliefs are completely wrong and even fundamentally invalid. Many of the beliefs become part of the psychological and emotional makeup of the believer's personality. These beliefs become very hard to shift.
Of course, history and experience show that there are those more refined and enlightened people who can assimilate new, objective information immediately.
Victor Zammit
http://www.ozemail.com.au/~vwzammit
Editor Note - The Astral City - A story of a doctor's odyssey in the Spirit World
In a series of archives we will bring to our readers the whole content of "The Astral City" by Andre Luiz (Spirit author) through the mediumship of Francisco C Xavier.
This book was translated in 1986 by S J Haddad in a monumental effort together with the team of the Christian Spiritist Center (NC). The version we will publish in "The Spiritist Messenger" was kindly provided by Mrs.Phyllis Haddad (Mr. Haddad's widow) whom we would like to thank. We also thank the Christian Spiritist Center in Elon College, NC, for the legal authorization.
Finally, without the work of Antonio Leite (NY) the new publication in the SM would not be possible. Mr. Leite was responsible for most of the text digitalization besides being one of the greatest collaborators of GEAE. His kind help must be much acknowledged.
A few words on "Astral City" are welcome. The original book was published in Brazil in 1943 under the title "Nosso Lar" (or 'Our Home') and is a classical of the Brazilian Spiritist literature.
In this book, Andre Luiz (a former physician) composes a detailed report on his situation after death. Some readers will perhaps be shocked by seemingly terrestrial climate of the Spirit colony where A Luiz was conducted after his rescue from "the lower zones". However, one must understand (according to several Spirit descriptions) that the situation of the majority of man and woman (that is average level humans) is not changed miraculously with death. Besides the material plane where we live is a copy of the spirit world. Many of the works we have (environments for living, musical tendencies, ideals of beauty) are in fact brought by discarnated and incarnated spirits from the Spirit world down to Earth in a process of strong interaction. The interaction between the terrestrial plane is so intense that many of the technological improvements (and scientific works) are planed, studied and developed in close collaboration among incarnated and discarnated spirits. No wonder why so many new ideas appear in the world simultaneously by the hand of different authors who hardly know each other. In the arts, we can surely affirm that this interaction is even stronger.
In the words of Mr. Haddad:
"'The Astral City' is undoubtedly one of the most remarkable works contributing to this new awareness. It stands as one more sign that a new era of transcendental knowledge is in process, and that the age of veiled references to the life beyond is receding. Furthermore, it presents to us a Spirit world of an amazingly realistic nature. At times, we tend to be surprised at the quasi-material aspects of 'The Astral City' colony. After careful consideration, however, we begin to see the wisdom of God's laws which afford the spirit a gradual adaptation to a life without the grosser material body. It has been repeatedly confirmed by reliable messages that the etherical replicas of the physical world are a common event in the next plane of existence. Indeed, the similarities of the two worlds are at times so confusing to the newly departed that the spirit mistakes them for material life, often ignoring the fact that death has occurred and that he has lost his physical body. Bearing in mind these and other basic principles of transition expounded by 'The Astral City' we begin to conceive of a hereafter that is within the realm of Nature; a realm equally ruled by just laws of cause and effect."
"The Astral City" is an essential item in the modern Spiritualist's library.
I was convinced that I no longer
belonged to the world of the living, yet I continued to inhale deep
breaths of air.
Since when had I become the puppet
of irresistible forces? I could not say. I felt like a prisoner, trapped
in the dark cage of horror. With my hair on end, my heart thumping
uncontrollably, a prey to terrible fear, many times I shouted
like a raving lunatic. I begged for mercy and clamored against
the bitter despondency with had take hold of my spirit. But
my cries fell only on silence; or were
answered by lamenting voices still more moving than
my own. At other times, sinister roars of laughter
rent the stillness, as if some unknown companion
must be close-by me, a prisoner of insanity.
Diabolical forms, ghastly faces, bestial countenances crossed my way from
time to time, increasing my panic. The scenery, when it was not
pitch dark, was bathed in a lurid light, as if shrouded in a thick
fog warmed by the sun's rays.
Thus I proceeded on that strange journey. To what end? Who could say? I only knew that I kept fleeing. Fright drove me on blindly Where were my home, my wife and children? I had lost all sense of direction. The fear of the unknown and my dread of darkness had annulled all my powers of reasoning from the very moment I had broken free of my physical body in the grave.
My conscience tormented me. I would
have preferred the total absence of reason, or non-existence.
Copious tears ran constantly down my cheeks,
and only rarely was I blessed with a few minutes of
sleep. What rest I had was often interrupted as monstrous beings awoke
me and mocked me, and I was obliged to go on fleeing. I saw now that I
was on a different plane of life, which rose from the emanations of the
Earth. But it was too late. Anguish weighed heavily on my mind, and
when I started making plans for action,
numerous incidents would lead me on to bewildering avenues of
thought. Never had the religious question loomed so large before
my eyes. Principles,
purely political, philosophical
and scientific, now seemed to me of secondary importance
to human life. Although they were valuable
acquisitions on Earth, I had to admit that mankind was
not mad of transitory generations, but of immortal Spirits
on their ascension to a glorious destination. I was beginning to
realize the existence of one thing that stands above
all that is material or intellectual: Faith
a divine manifestation to man. Such an analysis, however, came
too late. It is true that I was familiar with the Old Testament
and had often read through the Gospels. But I was forced to recognize that
I had never searched the sacred writings with the light of my heart. I
had embraced the interpretation of writers who were not inclined
to sentiments and conscience, an who were, at
times, even in open disagreement with the fundamental
truths. On other occasions, I had taken an ecclesiastical
point of view, entering voluntarily into a circle
of contradictions.
In truth, I did not believe that I was a criminal in my life, though my philosophy of living for the immediate present had absorbed me fully. My earthly life, now transformed by death, had been no different from the life of so many others.
Born of perhaps excessively generous parents, I had graduated from the University without much effort, and shared the dissipation and vices of the youth of my time. Later, when I married and started a family, I was blessed with children, gained a stable and lucrative position, and was spared all financial worries. Yet on self-examination I feel deeply that I had wasted time and I now hear the silent pangs of my conscience. I had lived on Earth, enjoyed its benefits, reaped the good things of life, and yet never contributed anything towards the repayment of my heavy debt. I had completely ignored my parent's generosity and sacrifices, just as I had ignored those of my wife and children. I had selfishly kept my family only to myself. I had been given a happy home, and had closed my doors to those seeking help. I had delighted in the joys of my family circle, yet never shared that precious gift with my greater human family. I had neglected to undertaken even the most elementary duties of fraternal solidarity.
Now that my life was over I was like a hothouse plant, unable to withstand the weather of eternal realities. I had not cultivated the divine seeds the Father of Life had sown in my soul. They were choked by the weeds of my insatiable desire for comfort and enjoyment. I had not trained my faculties for this new life. It was only right, then, that I should enter it like a cripple, thrown into the infinite river of eternity, unable to swim, or like a wretched beggar at the end of his strength, wandering about in the middle of a stormy desert.
Oh, dear friends on Earth! How many of you may still avoid the bitter road of sorrow by cultivating the inner fields of your heart. Light up your lamp before crossing the threshold of the shadows. Search for Truth, lest the truth find you unprepared. Sweat and toil now, lest you weep afterwards.
Whom could I turn to for help? I was tortured by hunger and parched with thirst. The demands of my physical existence on Earth continued here: my beard kept growing, my garments were beginning to show the signs of my struggles. Yet the most painful part of my trial ws not the pitiful abandon in which I found myself, but the incessant attacks of the evil forces which surrounded me in the darkness.I was unnerved and utterly unable to coordinate my situation, to weigh its causes and establish new currents of thought. But those accusing voices bewildered me beyond my imagination.
"What are you seeking, you miserable fool? Where are you going, suicidal wretch?" Such accusations, ceaselessly repeated, threw my mind into absolute confusion. I might well be miserable, but suicidal? Never! Those charges were wrong, as far as I could see. I had left my body most unwillingly, after a desperate struggle with death. I could still hear the last medical diagnosis at the hospital. I remembered clearly the efficient care and the painful dressings during those weary days that followed my intestinal operation. The recollection of the closing scenes of my earthly days was so vivid that I could even feel the touch of the thermometer and the disagreeable prick of the hypodermic needle. Finally, my last recollection before my great sleep: my wife, still young, and my three children gazing at me in anguish at the prospect of eternal separation. Then, afterwards, my awakening to dreary and damp surroundings, to a never-ending nightmare flight.
Why was I being accused of suicide when I had been forced to give up my hope, my family and all that I held dear? Even the strongest man must come to the end of his emotional powers of resistance. So it was with me. Firm and resolute at the start, I gradually began to fall into long lapses of depression, and in my total ignorance of the fate in store for me, my usual fortitude yielded to despondency. More and more frequently tears welled in my eyes, long pent-up in heavy heart.
To whom could I appeal? With all of the sophisticated intellectual culture I had brought from the world, I could do nothing to alter my present situation. Before the Infinite, my knowledge was like a tiny soap bubble, blown about by the impetuous winds of the transformation. Surely I was not out of my senses! I did not feel different. I felt that my conscience was alert and that I was essentially the same man with the same feelings and culture as before. My physiological needs continued unchanged. A gnawing hunger preyed on my every fiber; yet in my ever-increasing weakness I never reached the point of complete exhaustion. Now and then I came across some wild herbs growing along mere trickles of water.
I devoured the unfamiliar leaves and drank the water avidly. I could stop only a few seconds at a time, for those irresistible forces were ever spurring me on. Oftentimes I tasted the mud by the roadside, recalling with burning tears the daily bread of olden days. Frequently I was obliged to hide from enormous herds of monstrous beings which trampled past me like a band of insatiable beasts. Those were blood-curdling sights! When my despair had almost reached its climax, it began to dawn on me that somewhere a Creator of Life must exist. The thought seemed to comfort me. I, who in the world had hated all religious creeds, was now feeling the need for spiritual consolation. As a physician who prided himself on his ultra-modern principles of skepticism, so much in vogue in my time, I had to admit I was a perfect failure. Gone was all the self-importance which had seemed so real to my eyes. I saw now that I had to change my mental attitude.
When at last I came to the end of my strength and lay helpless in the mire, unable to rise, I implored that Creator of All Things to take pity on me and come to my aid in my desperable plight.
How long did my pleading last? How may hours did I spend praying like a frightened child? It was impossible to say. I only knew that copious tears ran down my cheeks and my whole being seemed to merge into one anguished plea. Had I been utterly abandoned? Was I not also a child of God, although in the whirl of earthly vanities I had never given a thought to His divine works? I knew the Eternal Father would surely forgive me. Did He not extend His loving care to the birds of the air and flowers of the field?
Ah, one must suffer a great deal in order to understand the mysterious beauty of prayer. One must know remorse, humiliation and utter misery to fully appreciate the sublime sweetness of Hope! It was at that moment that the dense mist all around cleared away, and a person came forward. An envoy from Heaven! He was a fatherly old man, who bent over me and gazed intently into my face with his large, clear eyes. With a benevolent smile he said to me:
"Courage, my son! The Lord has not forsaken you."
Heart-felt tears seemed to flood my very soul. I tried to express my grateful relief, to thank him for the consolation he had brought, yet I only had the strength to ask: "Who are you, generous messenger of God.?"
My unexpected benefactor smiled kindly and replied: "My name is Clarence. I am only a brother."
And, noticing my exhaustion, he added: "You must keep quiet and calm. It is necessary for you to rest to restore your strength."
Then we called two persons who were waiting attentively, and ordered: "Let us provide our friend with first aid."
They spread a white sheet on the ground and, using it as an emergency stretcher, prepared to transport me. They lifted me gently. Then Clarence spoke to his assistants: "Let us start without delay. I must reach the Astral City as soon as possible."
In the next issue of "The Spiritist Messenger" - Chapter 3 and 4.
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