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One White Crow

by Roderick Millington

97 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #05-0452; ISBN 1-4120-5554-7; US$17.37, C$19.98, EUR14.27, £9.99

Hear the Human Soul Speak! Approached with an open mind, this book/CD provides irrefutable evidence for communication with, and survival of, the human soul.

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About the Book

Did you know that your unconscious mind is constantly speaking in audible messages that can actually be heard?

One White Crow, in tandem with the accompanying CD, will allow you to hear the human soul communicate in a manner that has not previously been possible. A father talks to his son two years after his death, details of a past life are suggested, and two human souls are heard singing in unison. You'll also hear Tony Blair's soul speak ... and Adolf Hitler's.

Meta Speech, which has been investigated for many years and under several different names, including Reverse Speech and Reverse Audio Phenomena, is a form of Interdimensional Communication. It is not a hallucination or coincidental sound that appears to be speech: it is intentional speech and has an origin.

Be warned, however, Meta Speech will shake your foundations. You will never be the same again after discovering that we are all connected, not only everyone on earth, but everyone that has left the earth, too. To most people this is a preposterous suggestion. It is even a frightening one. And I must underline that knowledge is qualitatively different to faith.

And the argument enclosed within the pages of One White Crow is not just an abstract, theoretical one. When the objective evidence presented in this book/CD is considered with an open mind, the case for communication and survival of the soul becomes irrefutable.

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About the Author

The first fully qualified Meta Speech investigator in the UK, Roderick has been studying human consciousness for 25 years. He qualified as a psychotherapist in 1986 and has a particular interest in the link between creativity and mental health. As a writer, Roderick has also had over 15 million words published on a broad range of subjects - from Tai Chi and Bible Codes through to Architecture and Food - in the UK, United States, Canada, Ireland and the Middle East.

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Excerpts

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In one way the messages were wonderful: confirmation of the human soul and the fact that my father still exists. On the other hand, however, they challenged everything I thought I knew about life. How could he communicate with me two years after his apparent 'death'? Where was he now? What is he now? Come to that, what am I? These were all questions I couldn't answer. And they were slowly eating away at my sanity. As a journalist I am cynical by nature and have always claimed to have a built-in bullshit detector which, in all honesty, seemed to be malfunctioning. In my defence though, I must say that faith is one thing, but knowledge is quite another. Knowledge can be quite disconcerting. So before I set off for Italy I listened once more to the very first 'spirit' communication I had recorded through Meta Speech.

And there's a link with one of them called Ken ...
(1) Thank God, I walk without them pills

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Then once more, out of a clear blue sky, another bomb dropped fairly and squarely in my lap: another mental explosion to replace the charred remains of the one that had gone off the previous weekend. It was 10.30am and I was enjoying a coffee at an unbelievably shabby bar in Venice's Sante Croce district. It is renowned for its plain Italian cooking and a pony-tailed waitress with the nicest smile in the city. Yet as I sat with my small portable 'reversing machine' listening to another tape from the same clairvoyant (this time from three years before my father's death) I became oblivious to everything around me. I started to tremble, my mental faculties being stretched and torn asunder, my mind exploding; shards of my very soul being lodged in the walls of the dowdy cafe-bar in which I sat.

I had discovered that if I reversed the tape where the clairvoyant was telling me about something 'unpleasant' happening in the town of Walsall, I found a prophecy of my father's death.

Walsall, and I think it's important
(2) The sickly father must fall

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Like all genuine science, being able to learn to see this 'order' involves commitment, hard work and an open mind. It is important to always remain rational, but aggressive scepticism is absolutely fatal to any sort of progress. It warps everything it touches. It is no more defensible or tolerable than the simple and unquestioning faith of those who accept everything that turns up at a seance. Closed-minded scepticism is usually due to laziness, often to prejudice and never a thing to be proud of. Doubt may be scientific, pending investigation, but denial on a 'priori' never.

In fact, closed-minded sceptics have a long history of backing the wrong horse, including a number of leading scientists. Sir Henry Morton, for example, who was a friend of Thomas Edison, described Edison's concept of an electric light globe as "a fraud upon the public." John Logie Baird, the inventor of television, had to listen to another scientist confidently state: "absolute rubbish that television waves would produce a picture!"

The list is almost endless, and it shows that scepticism is basically just another religion, with its adherents refusing to believe anything that is not consistent with their own entrenched view of the world.

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Some time after midnight I awoke covered with perspiration and shaking like a leaf. I had a funny feeling that made me appear foolish to myself. Not confusion or helplessness, I was used to those. No, it was an awareness ... of ..... something. It sound's trite. Even sounds evasive and vague. But that was it.

Another dream?

Logically, I knew it was imagination. Instinctively, I knew it was imagination. In reality, I knew it was imagination. But I found the whole idea that I really had caught a glimpse of a past existence both intensely and deeply satisfying.

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Catalogue Information

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