The Story of Two Friends

Kem was a personal friend for 39 years before he passed away in 2012. We met when I was 22 and he was 23; he was the brother I never had. I was the sister he never had. And during our lives on earth we shared light, humorous (he was an avid punster and sometimes prankster who loved laughing, and even laughing at himself), and deep philosophical, religious-spiritual conversations, We made a pact (read the section, The Pact) in 1973. In 2012, three days after his death, Kem began to honor that pact. Though death did us part, our friendship and conversations have continued from one world to the next.

The day of his death, I was waiting to use public transportation to get to work, I saw him—spiritually. I had just been thinking to contact his wife to ask once again if I could come and say goodbye. [He had been diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer and given four months to live.) He passed away not even three weeks later. I had wanted to see him before he passed and asked her, but his answer to me was: No. A private person, I understand from his wife and daughter that he just didn’t want people to see him as he became sicker. All this said, I wanted to ask one more time. But as I was pondering this in my mind and actually talking with someone at the station, he stood right in front of me, waving his arms exclaiming, “Do I have your attention? It’s too late. It’s too late!”

When I went home after work that day, I was still determined to call his wife but checked my email first. I had been sent a group email that indicated he passed away just after 12:30 pm.

The next time I saw him was three days later. I met him in a beautiful building (in Spirit), open to fields and with a background of mountaintop grandeur, and certainly not of this world. He glowed and looked so filled with intangibles one can imagine: hope, happiness, bliss, and most of all, exuberant love! He had on a robe-type garment and carried a huge book under his arm. He signaled me to sit on the marble bench. I was a bit taken aback, marveling that I could speak to him and told him he looked positively radiant. He just smiled. I asked him, “What is the book under your arm? It’s huge!” “Ya. It’s my life story. I am studying it from so many perspectives now…”. He proceeded to show me how he “studied,” something which will be explained in the Kem: The Explorer section.

About seven months after his death, my husband and I moved into the house he and his wife and daughter lived in. With their daughter soon off to college, his widow did not want to be alone. Shortly after, he began sending brief messages to our families while learning and being tutoring in ways to communicate from the spirit world to earth. Before his wife’s birthday, he began an epic which I felt was a love letter from spirit world. This continued for years after as KeyMails and made up lots of the Continued Conversations on Consciousness. Sometimes he was so serious. Sometimes humorous.

He explored history of the earth from there. According to him, so much of history was not accurately recorded on earth. The perspectives are so different. He also explored the history of the spiritual realm in which he lived.

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