One of my favorite speaking venues are IONS (Institute of Noetic Science) groups around the country. Willis Harman was a president, a kind, generous, brilliant man. He wrote the forward to Beyond Boundaries, an essay so erudite that I'm only now beginning to comprehend what he said!
Anyway, on one occasion when I met with Willis, he said to me, "SO! How shall we collaborate?" It wasn't until after he'd "dropped the body" in 1997, that we had the opportunity to do so! Here's that story, from Heart-Links:
I met Willis Harman about ten years before the end of his life (in the physical). Greta, my niece, was serving as temporary director of the World Business Academy, a sister organization of the Institute of Noetic Sciences.
Willis was the former president of IONS and a well-loved, world-famous visionary who “walked that walk” that bridged the two worlds of science (having taught engineering at Stanford) and the spiritual and esoteric.
Willis was a sort of grandfather figure to Greta. He consulted with and advised her, particularly when she was working for the WBA (World Business Academy). When she gave Willis a copy of the introductory tape I use to prepare new clients, he expressed an interest in meeting me. For such a busy man, he had an amazing way of making unhurried time available for people he supported and cared about.
Each time I met with Willis, he would express his support for my work by asking—with enthusiasm—“So, how shall we collaborate?” We could never come up with a plan, but his never-ending gesture and faith in my work will never be forgotten.
A few months after his passing, I was walking down Sixth Avenue in Manhattan when, all of a sudden, there he was! The image of Willis appeared right before me, “in my face!” “Now we can collaborate!” he announced. He communicated—telepathically—messages for Charlene, his wife, and for Violet, his past assistant, which I later faxed to both.
Willis has continued to “collaborate” with me in this way off and on now for the past few years. The next time he made an appearance was one night when I returned to my room after speaking at the Sacramento Learning Exchange. I decided to check my e-mail briefly, before crawling into bed. It had been a long day.
There was an e-mail from a lady I did not know. She introduced herself, writing that she was a longtime friend of Willis’. Apparently she and his widow were in Seattle at that time, commemorating his birthday. Charlene had expressed interest and appreciation for the message I had sent from Willis. They both wondered if he might want to send them another message on that occasion. "Oh brother," I thought to myself. I was so tired.
Sure enough, there was Willis again, showing up right beside me. More accurately described, Willis thoughts connected to my frequency and I received them clearly, through pictures.
Quickly, I typed the message that I received from him. He wanted them both to know that he was there with them. He was laughing about the smell of pungent smoke, a pink sunset, a red rhododendron, and he knew about a special stool. None of this made any sense to me, but then, information for others rarely does.
The next morning there was a response from the woman in Seattle, regarding my message from Willis. “Bingo!” she wrote back. “You got it, right on! We were sitting on a patio, intending to catch the beautiful pink sunset. Our drinks were placed on a little stool from Willis’ birthplace that we have here. The view of the sunset was blocked, because the chimney next door had exploded and the smelly smoke was everywhere. Charlene was sitting in front of a red rhododendron!”
Another time, during my yearly trip to London, I was reading a client from India. I had first read him and his British wife when they lived in Switzerland. They would meet me for consultations in London, or when they happened to be in New York City. They had since relocated to London.
I was tuning in to various matters in my client’s reading, when there he was again! It was Willis! “You knew Willis?” I asked. I had no idea that they had known each other “Yes, I knew him very well. I had tremendous respect for him,” he said.
“Well, Willis wants you to know that ‘the dream you dreamed is true!’ He’s showing me a scene of some place on a mountain, where people will gather, leaders from all over the world. Visionaries. There’s some natural wood and red woven tapestries on the walls in this future place.”
“Do you know what Willis is talking about?” I asked, still amazed at the synchronicity.
“Yes, I do. I once hosted a retreat at my villa in the south of France. It was attended by Willis and other ‘futurists.’ We went into a meditation to dream a dream of the future. Three of us saw the very same future, in detail! That’s what Willis is showing you!”
Another time Willis entered into a phone consultation I was doing for a fellow who was putting together a documentary on death and dying. Willis said for him to send his proposal to IONS for funds to assist with the project. He did, and they responded affirmatively.
Willis joined another phone consultation that same year, to convey his love and support to a female colleague—my client—to whom he expressed regret that he had not sufficiently expressed his appreciation when they worked together years before. “I was stuck pretty much in the old traditional male ‘think tank’ way of operating in business back then. You did so much to assist and support our work when it really mattered!” My client was deeply moved.
So it seems that when Willis expressed his desire to “collaborate” he had an inner, timeless sense of our ability to do that one day. I had no idea it would be from the Other Side.