I'll Be Seeing You

I’LL BE SEEING YOU

by

Loretta DiLeo

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I’ll Be Seeing You

Copyright © 2014 by Loretta DiLeo

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I dedicate this book to

Doctor (Doc’s) Jasper’s courage, dedication and wisdom,

with my undying love and gratitude

for everything he taught me,

and all he challenged me to learn.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

First and foremost I want to thank my friend, Kathy Upham, for her love, faith and hard work over the past three years. Without her, this book would have remained unfinished in my desk drawer, and my computer would be out the window. Kathy’s steadfast support and encouragement extended beyond our writing together every Monday into all areas of my life. Bless you Kathy, you are irreplaceable!

I want to express my gratitude to associate publishers/associate editors, Marcus McGee and Caprice DeLuca of Pegasus Books, for allowing me the opportunity to fulfill my promise and share one of the many experiences encountered over my thirty-five years of practice.

To Suzannah Glidden, for all her helpful suggestions and her most gracious Foreword to this book.

My special thanks and acknowledgement to:

Those mentors and teachers who opened my mind to even greater possibilities:

Dr. Richard Jasper, D.C., Hazel Stanley, Dr. Eric Pearl, D.C., Dr. Richard Bartlett, D.C., N.D., Dr. Mark Fillipi, D.C. To all those innovative, courageous teachers along the path, I extend my heartfelt appreciation.

Dedication

My protégé, Claudine Collette, for having the ability and courage to provide the first contact

My much loved traveling companion, David Locke. We will always have Austin

Connie Evans, for being at my side in the grief and turmoil following Dr. Jasper’s passing. I love you Miss Connie

Richard Jasper Jr., for sharing his father and beautiful family with me

Pattie Magnotta, for her friendship, her wonderful introduction to Shamanic Journeying and our shared experiences of Dr. Jasper

My clients Michelle Saas, Leslie Blank, Frank Fante, and Alan Schneider, for being open and receptive to every new discipline, no matter how outrageous it sounded at the time

To all the children I’ve worked with over the years and for everything they have taught me.

Foreword

For those who have had other-worldly experiences without validation of their reality or who in the re-telling of them have met with painful rebuke or derision, for those who entirely disbelieve their existence, for those who want the experiences and wonder if they’ve had them, and for those who desire them, this is the book for you. It’s a story that had to be told to confirm the existence of the very real connection between dimensions.

I fall into the category of wanting relationships with beloveds who’ve departed this plane and have had conversations with them. Until this book I was unsure if my imagination was the dominating force or whether they were really happening. This compelling tale makes me sure they were indeed real, prepares me for more and guides me on how to be open to receiving confirmation they are actually taking place when they do.

Throughout a previous career of radio and television journalism, interviews, talk shows, and acting was my love for the natural healing arts, psychic phenomena, and spirituality.

My dedication to natural healing and spirituality continues today and more fervently for balance and serenity.

In this life chapter, I practice full-time environmental advocacy, submitting comments and testifying before the regulatory agencies, town, state and federal governments to keep protected our water, air, forest and land in which we grow our food. I chair a local group, Hands Across the Border, am a board director and office manage Croton Watershed Clean Water Coalition, and a member of the NYS Sierra Club gas drilling task force and energy committee.

In foolish, younger years, a car crash broke bones and crushed three cervical discs that worsened over time with calcification encroaching on the cervical nerves. After three years of chronic pain, an atrophied right arm hung limply at my side. The only suggestion from the medical doctors I’d consulted was to chance dangerous spinal surgery with the risk of paralysis if it failed. Enter my need for the author of this book, Loretta DiLeo, and her remarkable healing abilities.

A professional colleague suggested I try a body/energetic therapist she’d been working with to overcome Lyme disease, the one and only Loretta. Gratefully, she held the key to non-invasive therapy and complete release within a few months of treatment. I maintain bi-monthly appointments to prevent the problem from recurring, which also provide relief from life’s wear and tear, making for a pleasant life.

This is such an experienced, intuitive practitioner that she is able to diagnose your physical well-being or lack of it by observing the way you are holding your body when you walk in the door. However, she is careful to ask about whatever is on your mind, review any medical diagnoses that are available or suggest getting them for confirmation and more detailed understanding. Loretta has an enviable memory of retaining information from books on varied healing techniques she has studied as well as remembering conversations verbatim and other details in her life. Her wise, loving nature makes her an invaluable therapist on psychological, spiritual and physical levels and a wonderful personal friend I cherish deeply.

During the ten years I’ve known her, Loretta’s uniqueness as a gifted healer has been proven many times over. I have talked with many clients she has helped and all of us feel a deep gratitude toward her. I am privileged to have witnessed her astonishing healing of her son Greg from a near fatal liver/kidney shutdown. After doctors informed him that transplants were his only hope, her committed daily therapy released him from their sentence of lifelong dialysis and has enabled him to lead a normal, healthy life.

I’m privileged to have watched her write this book. That she has become a natural writer of this most important subject is icing on the cake, for now a whole new world of readers can share in her beautiful gifts and the moving story she tells.

When we met, the talented mentor about whom she writes, Doctor Richard Jasper, had recently passed. She shared many stories of their unusual professional partnership and psychic connection. She also told me of how Doc was contacting her from the other side and how she was doubtful at first that it was really happening. As a result of her questioning, he provided validation via contacting mutual friends and delightful confirmations with Loretta that it was real. She came to believe and recounts in this uplifting book how their relationship has indeed transcended from this plane to the next and how Doc continues to guide her.

Given the apparent paradigm shift underway in our consciousness of more focus on the next dimension to which we are evolving, this story is timely. Whether the shift is motivated by the veil between dimensions growing thinner, or the recounting of the many similar near death experiences that have familiarized us with the beckoning light and reunion with loved ones, it is a welcome relief that a next realm truly exists.

If you become persuaded as the pages turn that the interconnection of dimensions really exists, perhaps you may want to dispel your belief in your limitations, empowering you to open your heart and mind to these experiences. As Doc said to Loretta, There is no veil, only belief in limitations.

This is a special book from a special human being. Enjoy it and come to believe!

Suzannah Castle Glidden

Part One

CHAPTER 1

RICHARD JASPER

Richard Mark Jasper was born on July 18, 1928, the second son of John and Mary Jasper, in Atlantic City, New Jersey in the days of the Steel Pier and the Diving Horse. Behind the rows of upscale hotels, bathhouses, quaint shops and foods of every kind was the poor black section of the city where he was born. A little more than a year later, when the country was hit with the Great Depression, these people were hit the hardest.

Mary Jasper was a strong-willed, independent, remarkable woman of a lost generation, a generation that carried the woes of the world on its shoulders as it ushered it into greater prosperity and freedoms. With all the odds against her, she raised and educated two fine men who became a credit and testament to her valiant effort.

Richard spoke little of his childhood. His references to those times were the hours spent watching the sunsets from the shore of Chicken Beach. The beach acquired its name from the locals for the number of chicken bones spread upon the sand like seashells, remnants of the picnics of generations of families of color. Those hours formed his perspective on life and the world around him. It was there he vowed to seek the answers to questions rushing through his mind, like the waves of the ocean before him.

When World War II began, his brother John Junior, or Sonny as the family referred to him, joined the Navy. Young Richard chose to further his education. He had made the decision earlier that war and death were never the solution to the world's problems. He referred to himself as a conscientious objector. He had witnessed senseless death. In fact, he had even been responsible for one.

When his best friend gave him a BB gun at the age of eight, Richard was content shooting bottles and old tin cans. He enjoyed honing his skills as a sharpshooter. When his friend began shooting at birds and small animals, Richard declined. His friend called him yellow. No young boy wants his friends to think he is afraid, although Richard was sure this was not true.

One afternoon while out plinking away at a pile of cans, a sparrow alit in the branches of a nearby tree. How could anyone think someone was yellow for not shooting a harmless bird who wanted nothing more than to sing his song? Richard worried that his friend was going to tell the other boys about it, like a few other things that were supposed to be their secrets.

He worried that his friend might even take back the BB gun that he loved so much and had wanted for so long. Richard took careful aim and squeezed the trigger. The tiny bird dropped from its perch.

Shocked that he had hit his mark, he struggled to his feet, forcing himself in the direction of where the bird had fallen. He knelt down beside the motionless form. Hesitant, he extended a finger toward it to see if it was breathing. As he picked up the tiny creature and stared at the lifeless bundle of feathers, he felt sick to his stomach.

This was his first inkling of the body/mind connection. His lack of restraint and his want of approval from his friend had caused him to commit that senseless act. Richard could not eat his meager dinner that evening as waves of nausea swept over him. He did not sleep either as the image haunted him every time he closed his eyes. The next day his friend was startled as Richard handed the BB gun back to him.

My mother says I can’t keep it, he lied. Even years later, he hated speaking about it for the feelings it evoked. The relationship between him and his friend was never the same. The closeness they shared was gone. It would be a lifetime before Richard would feel that way again.

Richard kept to himself more after that, realizing many young black men of Atlantic City did not share his dreams, ideas and ideals. He knew if he did not escape, he would be doomed to become one of them. He recalled the little figure of a wizard holding a crystal ball in his hand on the back of a magazine asking the question, Do you want to learn the mysteries of the universe?

That would set him on his life course. There was a coupon at the bottom of the page to send for more information.

By sixteen, he had experienced odd, out of the ordinary events that he dared not speak of to his friends or anyone else. Hands shaking with excitement, he filled out the coupon and asked his mother for a stamp. Each day he would check the mail before doing anything else. It seemed to be taking forever. The day the envelope arrived, he spent the rest of the day and long into the night reading and rereading the information. For the first time in his life, he knew he was not alone. There were others out there like him—there always had been.

The information was from an order called the Rosicrucians. The order began more than six hundred years ago, spreading worldwide. They provided insight into nature, the physical universe and the spiritual realm. The teachings presented the Mysteries, or esoteric knowledge, which Christ spoke of in Matthew 13:11 and Luke 8:10. The fellowship prepared individuals for lives of unselfish service to humankind through the harmonious development of minds and hearts.

Information came from those they called Adepts, who had advanced beyond the cycle of rebirth. Their mission was to prepare the world for a new phase of religion, one that included awareness of the inner worlds and subtle bodies and provided safe guidance in the gradual awakening of man’s latent spiritual faculties. That was their goal over the next six centuries until the coming of the Age of Aquarius, or the New Age. As he read the contained information, it was as if he had come home. In those pages were great and famous people who held similar ideas.

When Sonny came home on furlough and discovered Richard’s stash, he exploded.

Man, what are you doing wasting time and money on this crazy shit?

Throwing the precious books Richard so treasured, he continued to rant.

Go out and get a job! Do something worthwhile.

Richard knew there was a giant chasm that separated him from his brother. Sonny was much more macho—always rough and ready at a moment's notice—but he was a good and honest man. Richard respected and supported his brother and could not understand why in light of this, Sonny had reacted that way. As Sonny slammed the door of his room, Richard scurried to see if the books he had searched so long for remained intact.

He continued to study each lesson for no other reason than the satisfaction it brought to his spirit. He did well in school. Biology and Human Anatomy intrigued him the most, in light of the things he had learned through his Rosicrucian studies concerning the multilevel energetic system contained within the physical form.

For a while, he thought perhaps he should be sensible, pursue a career in law and become one of the few who made it into a university, excelled and established a practice in the late 1940s. Maybe Sonny was right. Pursuing unorthodox knowledge was no way for Richard to make a living or establish himself in society.

It was destiny, if one believed in such things. His beliefs had led him where his heart yearned to go. While helping a friend move, Richard injured his back. When medicine failed to resolve his dilemma, he experienced his first chiropractic adjustment.

Healed and fascinated, he began hanging out at the doctor’s office every free moment he could spare. The office was a place he could ask questions and consider responses. It was a place where he did not feel out of place. Interesting people of like mind gathered there, exchanging ideas and philosophies.

It was at the doctor’s office where he met a woman who sensed his potential. After their second meeting, she invited him as her guest to an underground spiritual church meeting. There he witnessed psychic readings, psychometry, spiritual mediums, the laying on of hands and other forms of healing, performed without physical contact. Because these practices were considered as forms of divination by Judaism and Christianity, participants kept their activities secret.

In the 1920s, magician Harry Houdini, along with a police officer and newspaper reporter, made headlines with the debunking of fraudulent mediums while trying to contact his deceased mother. Houdini was never able to find an authentic medium. In 1967, the state of New York passed a law making the practice illegal. Before that time, spirit mediums were arrested for disorderly conduct. The law remains on the books in many states at present. After attending a number of meetings, Richard was encouraged to participate.

Discovering his abilities was intoxicating. His discussions with his friend and mentor, the chiropractor, became more meaningful as his admiration for the man grew. The chiropractor was a man handicapped by the loss of an arm just below the elbow, a man who was in a profession that would have prevented most from even considering it. One day, when Richard summoned up enough courage to ask his friend about it, he replied, lighthearted.

"Chiropractic comes from the Greek, meaning done by hand. I noted it said done by hand, not hands, so why not give it a whirl. Let’s get serious. We come here to honor our calling, despite the obstacles in search of our truths. This search and commitment is the evolution of