Roberta Grimes

Visiting

Posted by Roberta Grimes • March 14, 2026 • 8 Comments
Afterlife Research, Jesus, The Teachings of Jesus

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the works Thy hands have made,
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy pow’r throughout The universe displayed!
Chorus Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When thru the woods And forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds Sing sweetly in the trees;
When I look down From lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook, And feel the gentle breeze
Chorus Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!–
Carl Boberg (1859-1940) & Stuart K. Hine (1899-1989), from “How Great Thou Art” (1885; 1949)

My beloveds, if you had announced to me, even as late as a decade ago, that I had been spending personal time with Jesus almost every night of my earthly life, from infancy on, but just with no conscious memory of all those events, I would have laughed at you. No way was that even possible! I have been so amazingly ignorant about what has been going on in my life, and this has been true to such a stupid extent, that as I try now to take some kind of stock, I have to wonder whether everyone’s life works this way; or whether, somehow, this really might after all possibly be just some strange and personal quirk that I am realizing about myself only now. But, come on! Nobody’s life could be so unique? Or do you have all these same memories, too, after all?

Although, if all of this really is unique to me, then that fact is just due to the identity of my primary spirit guide, my Thomas. Spirit guides are astral, eternal beings; they have no need to sleep. And it is a part of their protocol that they must never leave the earthly person they are guiding, so while my material body sleeps, Thomas simply takes  my astral body with him and we go to the astral plane to visit Jesus, but Thomas gives me amnesia for all these events. All problems solved! But of course, that amnesia isn’t really perfect. It gradually weakens, too, as I grow older. And now some friends have asked me to talk about what I have lately begun to recall and piece together of my peculiar story. My Thomas, and more importantly, also Jesus have given me their permissions to tell my story as I have lately come to understand it; although Thomas cautions me to remember that I have much more of my own story yet to discover when I return home. But he does affirm that, yes, he was in fact that tall man in the blue dress who was my friend when I was small, and lived in the nearby woods, who only I could see. That tall man was very friendly, and he taught me things; but he kind of faded away as I grew past the age of six or eight. Thomas tells me now that he has guided me just internally for most of my life, so I wasn’t even aware of being guided.

As I look back, though, I actually am aware now of specific times in my life when I received pushes that Thomas much later affirmed had come from him. I didn’t connect those moments with the man in the woods, of course, until very much later. But rather, most of Thomas’s pushes felt when I received them like sudden, bright sparks of awareness that something was the right thing to do in this moment.  Here are four remembered pushes from my spirit guide, but there also have been others:

• My College Major. I have a vivid memory of approaching the counter at Smith College where I would make my final choice of Major, with the one that I guess Thomas had drilled into my head, Early Christian History, now firmly in mind, as if it were my own choice. But I was hearing the girls ahead of me choosing the popular majors, like Art History, European Literature, and Greek Architecture, and I thought, yeah, I really ought to choose a better major. Like theirs! But as I stepped out of line to stop and reconsider, there came that bright, warm flash of certainty that, no-no, Early Christian History was perfect for me! So I stepped firmly back into that line, now convicted to study Early Christian History, after all.
• My Husband. I moved to Manhattan right out of college, and there I took a job with an insurance company, programming an IBM 360 computer that took up most of one entire floor of an office building, and yet it had less power than does your current cellphone. But Manhattan in 1968 was amazingly gritty and unpleasant, so within months I moved on to live in Boston; and three days after I moved in with my new Boston roommates, they talked me into going with them to a mixer that was being held right above the real Cheers bar (and yes, there was such a place). That room above was dark and full of people, but there was one young man sitting all by himself who, amazingly, was head-to-toes bathed in a soft halo of light. That light had no source; I’m sure that no one else could see it. I had to go right over and speak to him! We have been married now for fifty-three years.
• My First Nonfiction Book Series. After I had spent decades studying the afterlife, I wrote my first book based on all my research and the glorious fact of universal human survival. I readily found a publisher, but he rejected what must have been an awful initial title idea. So now, I had no idea what to call my book! I went to bed that night, and when I woke up the next morning, three perfect titles were in my mind: The Fun of Dying, The Fun of Staying in Touch, and The Fun of Growing Forever. All three books are now happily in print, with the first about our universal survival of death, the second about afterlife communications, and the third about personal spiritual growth.
• Teaching the Afterlife. The Fun of Dying set me on what became a surprisingly long book-tour in 2011 and 2012, spent speaking primarily in bookstores and Unity Churches in the south and west. I soon came to want to do this less and less! I was still working as an attorney for a small group of Massachusetts businesses that I loved; and I had just begun to do a podcast, which took time. I was beginning to do these blog posts, too, which took additional time! So, by August of 2012, I had just about decided to take myself off the road. I was starting to turn down speaking gigs. After all, by then I was well into my sixties! however then, one August morning I was half-awake when I realized that I was watching four beautiful astral beings, four lovely young men singing and dancing for me in an afterlife garden. What they were singing was: “You’ve got a wonderful story to tell! Life goes on forever, and there is no Hell! So, go out there and share that beautiful sto-ree!!” So, what could I do? I sighed, and I went back to being more willing to travel to teach the afterlife!

Then eventually, in early 2015, Thomas at last came out to me through a medium as my spirit guide. He did that then, because Jesus wanted me to channel a book that He now felt ready to write, but I was refusing to do it for Him. This negotiation about Jesus’s planned book was all happening at night, of course, so I had no conscious memories of it. But I must have felt so unworthy of doing that work for Him, which was why I was refusing to do it! And this is an awful way to do things, anyway, dragging an earthly person along whenever you meet with Jesus at night, and then not letting me remember any of these nightly events. I mean, seriously, Thomas?

I recognized my spirit guide at once when he appeared to me at last in 2015, to importune me to channel Jesus’s book. Thomas’s personal vibration was that of Thomas Jefferson, and I had just recently incarnated with him in his Thomas Jefferson lifetime. In fact, Thomas tells me that I have shared seventeen earth-lifetimes with him as various people, including that first lifetime, when I had been just a boy barely into his teens, and Thomas had been an old man, and we had semi-remantically “died together”, as he puts it now; and then most recently, when he had been Thomas Jefferson, and I had been his young law clerk. But all of this has just absolutely befuddled me, for my whole present lifetime! Now, I don’t want to be confused anymore. I want to try to understand what really has been going on!

Okay, so now let’s get these people straight. Why are they so unique? My Thomas was Jesus’s oldest brother, in the final human lifetime in which Jesus had brothers, before He became a Perfected Being. That lifetime ended for both of them in the defeat of their city in a great war about six thousand years ago, when Jesus then ascended to the Godhead level, and when He soon thereafter came to see that those living on earth had no understanding of what they had come to earth to learn and to accomplish. Which was something that Jesus thought was hugely unfair! If there are rules for life, for heaven’s sake, then we must tell people what they are! So Jesus refused to join the Godhead Collective, and instead, He spent some several thousand years importuning the Godhead to allow Him to be born again on earth, so He could teach the people there what they had been born to learn. And meanwhile, as I understand it, my Thomas has not further ascended, but instead he has remained at the fifth, and then finally at the sixth level, but always below the Godhead level, and always in loving service to Jesus. When at last the Godhead allowed Jesus to be born from out of the Godhead to teach on earth, then my Thomas was also born, but not even to be a disciple for Jesus. Instead, Thomas acted more as a servant, a watcher, a reporter to Jesus, as I have come to understand their roles.

I am largely unclear about how things went down for Jesus and Thomas during all the two thousand years since Jesus was resurrected, and He then ascended after His Jesus lifetime. I believe that Thomas and I have largely been together since that time, because we after all have lived those seventeen lifetimes together, and always as males; so perhaps I also have been serving Jesus with Thomas during all that time. Jesus called me “Little One” when I first met Him, not long after His Resurrection; and He still calls me “Little One” whenever He sees me, even now, which suggests to me that perhaps He has been seeing me fairly often in all the intervening years? But, who knows? 

It was first in April of 2022 that Thomas brought me with him to the astral plane to personally talk with Jesus, and they both allowed me to keep a full memory of that experience, so I could write about Jesus. Jesus was so concerned about my feeling overwhelmed to be suddenly seeing Him, that He first presented Himself to me looking like some kindly older guy; but there was no disguising His very distinctive, extraordinarily elevated personal energy. So, Thomas suggested that Jesus could just look like Himself. That would not intimidate me. He only should tone down His personal energies, please. And there He amazingly was!

Jesus spends most of His eternal life now on the lowly third level of the astral plane, which is where most of us enter the afterlife when we transition home. Those at anything even close to Jesus’s level of spiritual development don’t generally bother with living in buildings, and He generally lives on His riverbank, where He feeds His fish, and He communes with His tame flock of deer, and people who just have died can come and be welcomed by Him. Jesus invited me to sit down there beside Him on the riverbank, which I did, He began to talk with me while we fed His fish with grain that simply appeared in our hands. 

As we talked, I came to understand why Jesus felt so comfortable with me.  Very oddly, this amazing aspect of the very Godhead Itself, this vastly elevated Being, our Blessed Jesus, considers my Thomas to be His actual older brother, who therefore outranks Him. And the thought that His brother still outranks Him seems to delight Jesus, in fact. But wow, the love between these two is intense! They laugh together, tussle together, hug often, and even speak together what Thomas tells me is what they can recall of their old language from six thousand years ago, to try to keep it alive. Thomas is modest about his role, but I have come to understand that what he does for Jesus is crucial. Jesus is striving to maintain His humanity, to remain “fully God and fully Man”, as the religion says. But there is no one else anymore who will treat Jesus with anything but awe and worship.  No one else but my Thomas. My beloved spirit guide calls it “balance”, and I have seen it happen. Whenever Jesus feels the need for a healthy boost to His human side, He will lean and whisper something really insulting to Thomas, and then get ready to run. Thomas will mutter “Brat!” in one of the languages they speak, and they will be off and running among the deer, until Thomas catches Jesus, and he more or less beats Him up. Although, not really. And astral bodies are indestructible, anyway. The first time I saw this happen, I was so horrified that I flew up in the air above them, and as soon as my eyes caught Jesus’s eyes, where He was lying on the ground beneath the deer and beneath Thomas, I instantly woke up in my bed at home. And wow, did Thomas have some ‘splaining to do then! But believe it or not, it is my dear Thomas’s crucial duty to do this for Jesus, or else Jesus will soon lose His human side altogether. But I realize now that Jesus connects me in His mind with Thomas, since He sees us together all the time. So, of course, I am in some sense a part of Jesus’s little family, and He would ask me to do earthly things for Him. And, anything that Jesus wants, of course, I will do for Him!

During the spring and summer of 2022, Jesus told me a great many things, as He and I sat together on His astral riverbank, or sometimes on the hill above it. Jesus speaks English fluently, but with a mild and rather pleasant accent. And what lingers most in my mind four years later is what He said about why He had allowed Himself to be crucified. Of course, it had nothing to do with the notion of Jesus taking away our sins! Not in Jesus’s mind, nor for certain in God’s mind, either, He assured me. No, but of all the things that Jesus had wanted to teach while He was on earth, the one thing that very few people would believe, no matter how He said it, was that we all easily survive our deaths. He found their unwillingness to believe so frustrating! But they all felt that they knew better. The problem was that it was customary in those days to lay out newly-dead bodies in caves to rot away to bones, which would happen quickly in that dry climate. Then after just a few years, when there were only bones left, those bones would be collected into bone-boxes, called ossuaries, and labeled with the dead person’s name. When you live surrounded by stacks of those ossuaries full of the bones of people you used to know when they were recently alive, of course you know that everybody dies! Of course you won’t believe otherwise! So Jesus told me that He had worked out a plan.

Jesus told me that he had found that He could revive small dead animals with a jolt of energy, if He did it soon enough after the animal’s death. So He had decided to dismiss His guardian Archangels, let Himself be crucified, and die, and be laid out in a tomb; and then revive Himself with a very big jolt of energy a couple of  days later, and walk right out of that tomb. His appearing again, alive, would prove the truth to everyone!  He told me that God had been refusing to allow Him to humiliate Himself this way, but He had thought God would come around. Because He would, of course, need God’s help to create a sufficient jolt of energy. 

I said, “But what would You have done if God never gave You permission?”

He glanced at me as He was standing up. He said, “I did it anyway.”

Jesus did it anyway. And experts who have studied the Shroud of Turin say that the amount of energy required to produce the scorch on it was more than all the sources of energy in the world could produce all at once, even today. So God came through for Him, after all.

When Christ shall come,
With shout of acclamation, And take me home,
What joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow In humble adoration,
And there proclaim, My God, how great Thou art!
Chorus Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
– Carl Boberg (1859-1940) & Stuart K. Hine (1899-1989), from “How Great Thou Art” (1885; 1949)

 

 

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