Be Not Afraid

By Midge Johnson

If you, like me, should chance to walk in search of knowledge
so you can say, fi nished not is man of clay, he is not dead,
just gone away, then you, like me will fi nd you stand on a
mystic path that upwards winds. In these pages are my fi nds
as I walked this path that bends and winds. Not near as easy,
you, like me will see, as the way I had been told it would be.
I faced disappointment and mistrust when more and more said
to me trust. I learned it is a lonesome path, whence once you
start, no turning back. You will fi nd with doubts and misbelief,
your often mired to the knees, but the glimpse you are allowed
to see, will pull you onward to what is to be. Then, suddenly a
friend you greet, the mire starts to recede, and you realize now
you believe. there is much more that you cant see, and that life
continues, must really be, for how could these words be given
to me, for knowing myself, they come not from me, or for myself
alone to read.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 8, 2013
• ISBN: 9781477107379

Midge Johnson

Midge Johnson was the most giving person I know. She epitomized the forces principles and would speak to anyone about her stories. People were drawn to her everywhere she went. So many people I’ve met had stories of psychic things people only read about. She, at her peak was brewing 24 cups of coffee a day for visitors and had a bushel basket of letters requesting readings under her table. This was in the 70s and 80s before the web, psychic advertizing and all the trappings of psychic today. She spoke with a man about sex change before it was ever heard of. She started a psychic group that lasted for over 35 years, doing healings on Tuesdays and holding a séance every second Thursday. I only have a portion of the messages from the force but I will attempt to find them all and publish them, as I had promised her. She didn’t try to get rich or take what she could from the force; instead they worked with her and her situation. She told me she had what she needed and did what she wanted. She was sad when her eyesight went because she always thought,” I’ll read that book when I’m older.” Her and I talked about a plan to find missing children when she passes. I would do the footwork and she would have a runner on the other side to find the missing child and forward the information back to me. I am disabled now so I can’t be too active but I will get more ready every day and work on this every day. It took my disability for me to recognize the importance of her and my work. I was told by her to keep up with The Tarot as I had the gift of gab and was able to see the story being told by the forces working with me and using psychometry as well to understand the situation better. A simple trip to the old folk’s home reading tea cups was such an innocent start to my learning to read energy in the many ways I couldn’t have imagined long ago. Some things I was proficient at some not and some, it turned out I was able to help with. People could do Ouija but much better with me, the same with table tipping and many other things I’ve tried. This was because I was able to work with energy and call spirits to me. The group was an excellent place to do readings of the others for practice. I also did healings, taking over for the regular healer and a friend of ours that attended most of the meetings and was a great friend of Midges. I will not name him as I don’t have his permission but everyone around here knows who he is. The saddest thing I saw was people that befriended Midge were involved with her, then instead of fading into the past decided to do her harm of some sort. Either verbally or otherwise. She emptied ghosts from people’s homes and they wouldn’t acknowledge her on the street. Her strength was in that the Force never let her down, though later on she didn’t have the energy to communicate, though as usual she would tell me of spirits that passed by on their journey. As my grandparents passed early Aunt Midge was more like a grandparent, giving me stories about family and assistance understanding growing up. Even when I was living elsewhere we were in contact and I would search for healing ideas and any information I could bring to the group as did everyone else. We tried so many devices and applications to see if they were useful. The group was never static. She was a great teacher and I will miss her until I see her again . . . . Todd Ducharme

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Contents

1. Introduction

2. Message From The Unknown Author

3. Searching Takes Many Forms

4. The Beginning Of My Search

5. My Diary

Doubts And Insights

Memories Of Young And Old

Inspirational Messages

Talks From The Teachers (Messages Received From Different Speakers.)

A diary of messages received while I searched for answers regarding life after death.

By Marjorie Johnson

There is much you cannot see… And that life continues, must really be, for how could these words be given me, for knowing myself, they come not from me, or for myself alone to read.

Midge Johnson was the most giving person I know. She epitomized the forces principles and would speak to anyone about her stories. People were drawn to her everywhere she went. So many people I’ve met had stories of psychic things people only read about. She, at her peak was brewing 24 cups of coffee a day for visitors and had a bushel basket of letters requesting readings under her table. This was in the 70s and 80s before the web, psychic advertizing and all the trappings of psychic today. She spoke with a man about sex change before it was ever heard of. She started a psychic group that lasted for over 35 years, doing healings on Tuesdays and holding a séance every second Thursday. I only have a portion of the messages from the force but I will attempt to find them all and publish them, as I had promised her. She didn’t try to get rich or take what she could from the force; instead they worked with her and her situation. She told me she had what she needed and did what she wanted. She was sad when her eyesight went because she always thought, I’ll read that book when I’m older. Her and I talked about a plan to find missing children when she passes. I would do the footwork and she would have a runner on the other side to find the missing child and forward the information back to me. I am disabled now so I can’t be too active but I will get more ready every day and work on this every day. It took my disability for me to recognize the importance of her and my work. I was told by her to keep up with The Tarot as I had the gift of gab and was able to see the story being told by the forces working with me and using psychometry as well to understand the situation better. A simple trip to the old folk’s home reading tea cups was such an innocent start to my learning to read energy in the many ways I couldn’t have imagined long ago. Some things I was proficient at some not and some, it turned out I was able to help with. People could do Ouija but much better with me, the same with table tipping and many other things I’ve tried. This was because I was able to work with energy and call spirits to me. The group was an excellent place to do readings of the others for practice. I also did healings, taking over for the regular healer and a friend of ours that attended most of the meetings and was a great friend of Midges. I will not name him as I don’t have his permission but everyone around here knows who he is. The saddest thing I saw was people that befriended Midge were involved with her, then instead of fading into the past decided to do her harm of some sort. Either verbally or otherwise. She emptied ghosts from people’s homes and they wouldn’t acknowledge her on the street. Her strength was in that the Force never let her down, though later on she didn’t have the energy to communicate, though as usual she would tell me of spirits that passed by on their journey. As my grandparents passed early Aunt Midge was more like a grandparent, giving me stories about family and assistance understanding growing up. Even when I was living elsewhere we were in contact and I would search for healing ideas and any information I could bring to the group as did everyone else. We tried so many devices and applications to see if they were useful. The group was never static. She was a great teacher and I will miss her until I see her again… . Todd Ducharme

INTRODUCTION

My first message

If you, like me, should chance to walk in search of knowledge so you can say, finished not is man of clay, he is not dead, just gone away, then you, like me will find you stand on a mystic path that upwards winds. In these pages are my finds as I walked this path that bends and winds. Not near as easy, you, like me will see, as the way I had been told it would be. I faced disappointment and mistrust when more and more said to me trust. I learned it is a lonesome path, whence once you start, no turning back. You will find with doubts and misbelief, your often mired to the knees, but the glimpse you are allowed to see, will pull you onward to what is to be. Then, suddenly a friend you greet, the mire starts to recede, and you realize now you believe. there is much more that you can’t see, and that life continues, must