Channeling Jack the Ripper, Part Two

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Jamie: So he was trying to find the source of what told the body to create the electrical signals that made life. He’s still resting his fingertips on the table.

Erik: Did you find what you were looking for?

Jack the Ripper: No, I did not.

Me: Okay,. When you crossed over, what was your life review like, and what epiphanies did you have, if any?

(I wouldn’t want to be in his shoes!)

Jack the Ripper: You must understand that I only took the lowest of lives. I never sacrificed anyone who was a viable—

(Is someone making excuses?)

Jamie (sheepishly, to John the Ripper.): I don’t know that word.

(Pause)

Jamie: The guy’s intelligent! He’s not a freak. Um, he likes to use big, fat words, and I’m lost!

I laugh.

(I beg to differ on the freak part, but I guess even serial killers need love and understanding. Do they?)

Jamie: He did not take people who were viable to society that would make society grow.

Jack the Ripper: You must understand that when it came to my time to do my life review, I was very pleased with my work and my discovery. My deepest disappointment was that what I discovered was not published in the proper way for other people to learn about how the human body functions.

Me: Well, would you like us to publish it for you?

Erik: You actually were able to publish things?

Jack the Ripper: Yes, through other people.

Erik: So other people knew you were doing what you were doing?

John the Ripper. (turning to Erik): No, I was able to disguise it underneath my medical profession as if I stumbled across these discoveries, when really it was my nighttime career.

Jamie chuckles.

Me: Ah! Moonlighting!

Jamie: Did anyone find out?

Jack the Ripper: Nobody ever knew.

Me: Yeah, I did not know that! So, moonlighting as you did, are you saying that you’re publishing these things now from the afterlife as a muse for other scientific writers or did you publish them when you were alive?

Jack the Ripper: While I was alive.

Me: Okay. Would you like us to publish your findings? Would you like to share what you found with the world?

(Long pause)

Jack the Ripper: Science has already preceded my knowledge of what I discovered about the human body while I was on earth. The work I do now—

(Long pause)

Me: Mm hm?

Jamie (squeamishly): Aw, he’s showing me these creepy pictures, um, people with their skins taken off.

Me: Oh, no! Oof! Tell him to please stop.

Jamie (puzzled): He’s talking about it being related solely to science.

Me: Mm, hm.

Jamie: The-the-the Bodies Exhibit guy!

Me: Oh, yes. That guy. I can’t remember his name, but yeah.

Jamie: He’s not American; he’s foreign.

Me: Yeah. I don’t know. (Although I went to the exhibit in Las Vegas!) Russian or something? I don’t know.

Jack the Ripper: I work with that man.

Me: Oh, okay! Interesting.

(I discover later that the creator of Body Worlds is Gunther von Hagens, but I believe there are more than one such exhibits, including one overseen, conducted and marketed by the Chinese government.)

Jack the Ripper: It’s the intrigue for the physical body, It’s the passion; it’s the drive for knowledge of how things work and how they look.

Me: Okay.

Here are some lovely photos that you’re most welcome to use on your Christmas cards this year. Hope you didn’t eat breakfast yet. Talk about a great diet plan. Put on of these on the fridge.

True Love?

 

Jack’s Centerfold Girl

 

Mr. and Mrs. Ripper at the Park

 

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  • Robert Martinez

    Okay, that was creepy. Does this mean that a person can believe so much in his “work” that even a life review, in which one relives the experience, one’s feelings, and the feelings of others, doesn’t change their attitudes? Or can one just turn their back on the whole experience? Wow.

  • Anonymous

    I just laughed out loud at your captions, especially under the last picture! 🙂

    Question: About the contracts we make before we come to earth…Didn’t he know he would be going into a time when such medical experiments would be considered mutilation and wrong? I mean, don’t they know the general state of things on Earth up there, and some of the future also, before they come? I guess what I’m trying to say is, why didn’t he wait to do his life until later, if he knew he would be so misunderstood and judged at that point in time? I totally understand the part about his victims contracting to be part of his…twisted plan, and on Earth they probably chose their lives as prostitutes because it was their destiny, to lead them to him. I wonder what “John’s” destiny and life purpose was, in the big picture, seeing as how nobody on earth learned anything of his work or discoveries. What was the point? Did he just come to do this out of curiosity (which doesn’t make sense because while in “heaven” wouldn’t he have known how the body works?), and maybe his victims came because they wanted to experience a destitute life and painful death? So they all just hooked up in that lifetime to do it together? The world may never know…LOL

    • I think he’s so screwed up that he lost sight of what his mission is. Re-read The Little Soul and the Son and it all makes sense. Maybe we should pray for John.

  • Denise

    Creepy dude.

  • Patrick

    Hilarious captions!! From a DOCTOR! ROTLF, LMBunsO !!

    Jack the Ripper stalked, his victims without chalk, they never got to talk, never got to walk
    He says it was for science, not some rule compliance, with ongoing reliance still justifies defiance
    Science later lifted doubt from what he once found out, his acts became more stout in the Nazi Jewish rout
    Nostradamus wrote, the world has taken note, did he know who’d Ripper smoke, while wearing that black coat?
    Inhuman as it seems, did victims want the means, to vanish in our dreams and erase the shrieking screams?
    Heaven will reveal, earth wounds that do not heal, is fate shut closed and sealed, when the cards to play we deal?

  • anna

    This guy sounds like a total psychopath even after his passing. Where exactly is he existing in the afterlife, or am I just jumping the gun here and we find out tomorrow?

  • Kandelmer

    He was “pleased” with his work? I wonder if his victims would be as nonchalant about the horrible things he did as he seems to be. He is subhuman filth.

  • I think he has just lost his way. Here’s The Little Soul and the Sun, a children’s book that might explain what I’m trying to say:

    Once upon no time, there was a Little Soul who said to God, “I know who I am!”

    And God said, “That’s wonderful! Who are you?”

    And the Little Soul shouted, “I’m the Light!”

    God smiled a big smile. “That’s right!” God exclaimed. “You are the Light.”

    The Little Soul was so happy, for it had figured out what all the souls in the Kingdom were there to figure out.

    “Wow,” said the Little Soul, “this is really cool!”

    But soon, knowing who it was was not enough. The Little Soul felt stirrings inside, and now wanted to be who it was. And so the Little Soul went back to God (which is not a bad idea for all souls who want to be Who They Really Are) and said,

    “Hi, God! Now that I know Who I am, is it okay for me to be it?”

    And God said, “You mean you want to be Who You Already Are?”

    “Well,” replied the Little Soul,” it’s one thing to know Who I Am, and another thing altogether to actually be it. I want to feel what it’s like to be the Light!”

    “But you already are the Light,” God repeated, smiling again.

    “Yes, but I want to see what that feels like!” cried the Little Soul.

    “Well,” said God with a chuckle, “I suppose I should have known. You always were the adventuresome one.”

    Then God’s expression changed. “There’s only one thing…”

    “What?” asked the Little Soul.

    “Well, there is nothing else but the Light. You see, I created nothing but what you are; and so, there is no easy way for you to experience yourself as Who You Are, since there is nothing that you are not.”

    “Huh?” said the Little Soul, who was now a little confused.

    “Think of it this way,” said God. “You are like a candle in the Sun. Oh, you’re there all right. Along with a million, ka-gillion other candles who make up the Sun. And the sun would not be the Sun without you. Nay, it would be a sun without one of its candles…and that would not be the Sun at all; for it would not shine as brightly. Yet, how to know yourself as the Light when you are amidst the Light -that is the question.”

    “Well,” the Little Soul perked up, “you’re God. Think of something!”

    Once more God smiled. “I already have,” God said. “Since you cannot see yourself as the Light when you are in the Light, we’ll surround you with darkness.”

    “What’s darkness?” the Little Soul asked.

    God replied, “It is that which you are not.”

    “Will I be afraid of the dark?” cried the Little Soul.

    “Only if you choose to be,” God answered. “There is nothing, really, to be afraid of, unless you decide that there is. You see, we are making it all up. We are pretending.”

    “Oh,” said the Little Soul, and felt better already.

    Then God explained that, in order to experience anything at all, the exact opposite of it will appear.

    “It is a great gift,” God said, “because without it, you could not know what anything is like. You could not know Warm without Cold, Up without Down, Fast without Slow. You could not know Left without Right, Here without There, Now without Then.”

    “And so,” God concluded, “when you are surrounded with darkness, do not shake your fist and raise your voice and curse the darkness. Rather be a Light unto the darkness, and don’t be mad about it. Then you will know Who You Really Are, and all others will know, too. Let your Light shine so that everyone will know how special you are!”

    “You mean it’s okay to let others see how special I am?” asked the Little Soul.

    “Of course!” God chuckled. “It’s very okay! But remember, ‘special’ does not mean ‘better.’ Everybody is special, each in their own way! Yet many others have forgotten that. They will see that it is okay for them to be special only when you see that it is okay for you to be special.”

    “Wow,” said the Little Soul, dancing and skipping and laughing and jumping with joy. “I can be as special as I want to be!”

    “Yes, and you can start right now,” said God, who was dancing and skipping and laughing right along with the Little Soul.

    “What part of special do you want to be?”

    “What part of special?” the Little Soul repeated. “I don’t understand.”

    “Well,” God explained, “being the Light is being special, and being special has a lot of parts to it. It is special to be kind. It is special to be gentle. It is special to be creative. It is special to be patient. Can you think of any other ways it is special to be?”

    The Little Soul sat quietly for a moment. “I can think of lots of ways to be special!” the Little Soul then exclaimed. “It is special to be helpful. It is special to be sharing. It is special to be friendly. It is special to be considerate of others!”

    “Yes!” God agreed, “and you can be all of those things, or any part of special you wish to be, at any moment. That’s what it means to be the Light.”

    “I know what I want to be, I know what I want to be!” the Little Soul announced with great excitement. “I want to be the part of special called ‘forgiving’. Isn’t it special to be forgiving?”

    “Oh, yes,” God assured the Little Soul. “That is very special.”

    “Okay,” said the Little Soul. “That’s what I want to be. I want to be forgiving. I want to experience myself as that.”

    “Good,” said God, “but there’s one thing you should know.”

    The Little Soul was becoming a bit impatient now. It always seemed as though there were some complication.

    “What is it?” the Little Soul sighed.

    “There is no one to forgive.”

    “No one?” The Little Soul could hardly believe what had been said.

    “No one!” God repeated. “Everything I have made is perfect. There is not a single soul in all creation less perfect than you. Look around you.”

    It was then that the Little Soul realized a large crowd had gathered. Souls had come from far and wide ~ from all over the Kingdom ~ for the word had gone forth that the Little Soul was having this extraordinary conversation with God, and everyone wanted to hear what they were saying. Looking at the countless other souls gathered there, the Little Soul had to agree. None appeared less wonderful, less magnificent, or less perfect than the Little Soul itself. Such was the wonder of the souls gathered around, and so bright was their Light, that the Little Soul could scarcely gaze upon them.

    “Who, then, to forgive?” asked God.

    “Boy, this is going to be no fun at all!” grumbled the Little Soul. “I wanted to experience myself as One Who Forgives. I wanted to know what that part of special felt like.”

    And the Little Soul learned what it must feel like to be sad. But just then a Friendly Soul stepped forward from the crowd.

    “Not to worry, Little Soul,” the Friendly Soul said, “I will help you.”

    “You will?” the Little Soul brightened. “But what can you do?”

    “Why, I can give you someone to forgive!”

    “You can?”

    “Certainly!” chirped the Friendly Soul. “I can come into your next lifetime and do something for you to forgive.”

    “But why? Why would you do that?” the Little Soul asked. “You, who are a Being of such utter perfection! You, who vibrate with such a speed that it creates a Light so bright that I can hardly gaze upon you! What could cause you to want to slow down your vibration to such a speed that your bright Light would become dark and dense? What could cause you ~ who are so light that you dance upon the stars and move through the Kingdom with the speed of your thought–to come into my life and make yourself so heavy that you could do this bad thing?”

    “Simple,” the Friendly Soul said. “I would do it because I love you.”

    The Little Soul seemed surprised at the answer.

    “Don’t be so amazed,” said the Friendly Soul, “you have done the same thing for me. Don’t you remember? Oh, we have danced together, you and I, many times. Through the eons and across all the ages have we danced. Across all time and in many places have we played together. You just don’t remember.”

    “We have both been All Of It. We have been the Up and the Down of it, the Left and the Right of it. We have been the Here and the There of it, the Now and the Then of it. We have been the male and the female, the good and the bad; we have both been the victim and the villain of it.”

    “Thus have we come together, you and I, many times before; each bringing to the other the exact and perfect opportunity to Express and to Experience Who We Really Are. And so,” the Friendly Soul explained further, “I will come into your next lifetime and be the ‘bad one’ this time. I will do something really terrible, and then you can experience yourself as the One Who Forgives.”

    “But what will you do?” the Little Soul asked, just a little nervously, “that will be so terrible?”

    “Oh,” replied the Friendly Soul with a twinkle, “we’ll think of something.”

    Then the Friendly Soul seemed to turn serious, and said in a quiet voice, “You are right about one thing, you know.”

    “What is that?” the Little Soul wanted to know.

    “I will have to slow down my vibration and become very heavy to do this not-so-nice thing. I will have to pretend to be something very unlike myself. And so, I have but one favor to ask of you in return.”

    “Oh, anything, anything!” cried the Little Soul, and began to dance and sing, “I get to be forgiving, I get to be forgiving!”

    Then the Little Soul saw that the Friendly Soul was remaining very quiet.

    “What is it?” the Little Soul asked. “What can I do for you? You are such an angel to be willing to do this for me!”

    “Of course this Friendly Soul is an angel!” God interrupted. “Everyone is! Always remember: I have sent you nothing but angels.”

    And so the Little Soul wanted more than ever to grant the Friendly Soul’s request. “What can I do for you?” the Little Soul asked again.

    “In the moment that I strike you and smite you,” the Friendly Soul replied, “in the moment that I do the worst to you that you could possible imagine ~ in that very moment…”

    “Yes?” the Little Soul interrupted, “yes…?”

    “Remember Who I Really Am.”

    “Oh, I will!” cried the Little Soul, “I promise! I will always remember you as I see you right here, right now!”

    “Good,” said the Friendly Soul, “because, you see, I will have been pretending so hard, I will have forgotten myself. And if you do not remember me as I really am, I may not be able to remember for a very long time. And if I forget Who I Am, you may even forget Who You Are, and we will both be lost. Then we will need another soul to come along and remind us both of Who We Are.”

    “No, we won’t!” the Little Soul promised again. “I will remember you! And I will thank you for bringing me this gift ~ the chance to experience myself as Who I Am.”

    And so, the agreement was made. And the Little Soul went forth into a new lifetime, excited to be the Light, which was very special, and excited to be that part of special called Forgiveness.

    And the Little Soul waited anxiously to be able to experience itself as Forgiveness, and to thank whatever other soul made it possible. And at all the moments in that new lifetime, whenever a new soul appeared on the scene, whether that new soul brought joy or sadness–and especially if it brought sadness–the Little Soul thought of what God had said.

    “Always remember,” God had smiled, “I have sent you nothing but angels.”

    • anna

      Thanks for the remind. It’s still all about the mirror thing. If I’m seeing Jack the Ripper in a negative light then I’m the one that needs to work on curbing judgements and practicing forgiveness. If I didn’t need to work on these things then I would be reading a whole different dialogue where Jack is concerned. and your right prayers need to be said but it’s prayers for all of us; like myself out there who can’t see the light.

      • I struggle just the same. I feel all life is so precious so to see someone treat it so callously makes me sad and angry. But I have to remind myself that he is a life too, and he may have just gotten stuck or lost after agreeing to play the villain role to teach or learn something spiritual. Hard to think of JTR in spiritual terms.

  • LMAO too. I always look forward to Patrick Limericks.

  • divya

    just a question to ask..
    ma’am if astrology is a real science then is palmistry true as well..?

    • Wow, GREAT question! And what about reflexology? I’ll definitely ask this Jan 10th which is my next session. Email me if you want the question before I transcribe it.

      xo

      Elisa

      • divya

        yup ma’am i would like to get the answer for it before u transcribe it.

  • Maybe he has insight that is way beyond our comprehension?

  • I took a liking to this Jack the ripper for some reason.
    He, like Joan of Arc, certainly had PERSONALITY (though others might say quite the opposite).

    I’ve seen a lot of pictures mutilated bodies since I like to read ALL SORTS of stuff.
    But JTR’s ruthless rampage on that one girl I do not remember the name of is the worst I’ve ever seen. GORE!!!
    And that shit is from the 1880’s!!

    Anyway… when it comes to that creepy Body Worlds guy lots of people actually sign up to be part of his work since they wanna be remembered as art instead of rotting away in some casket or being cremated.

    It’d be totally awesome if Jack The Ripper was that guy now!
    It’d all make sense to why this guy looks like a ghoul and has his morbid fascinations.

    Personally I’ve seen body parts on jars a couple of times.
    Brains, lungs, fetuses, chunks of heads were you clearly see details of the face and stuff.
    It freaks me out completely. I get nervous around stuff like that.

    Yet I can’t help but find this Mr. Ripper fascinating!

  • saissann

    he ‘played god’ with his victims, deciding who was ‘viable’ and un’viable’. were his victims dead? did he take away their choice?
    i saw the ‘body worlds’ exhibit at a museum and while i have a strong fascination with the human body and how it works, i was ooked out by it. i had a creepy and distinct feeling that all the souls of the bodies on display may not have been compliant. i later read that some of the bodies were thought to be political prisoners……. there were an awful lot of asian bodies in the exhibit i saw…….
    ask Eric about that: where do they get the bodies for these exhibits? how many Jack the Rippers are there walking amongst us today? (whose work is not for scientific research, but for profit)
    i better go read part 3, my questions may be answered already.

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