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Thursday, October 21, 2010


Journal Entry
Saturday 10/23/2004
Around 6:45 a.m.

I woke up to discover the “ethereal eye” in the center of my visual field. When I first noticed it, my eyes were closed. Nevertheless, I have seen this eye in the past as recorded in my journal entry of 6/3, for instance. Sometimes the eye “pops up” as I meditate or as I first awaken.

I find this eye to be mystifying and, at times, entertaining. Sometimes it blinks or moves around in my visual field, but mostly, it remains centered with eyes closed. I have been perplexed and often wonder what is causing it to appear. What does it all mean? I do not know. Prior to February, I had never experienced anything like this.


The eye was certainly a new and rather wild discovery for me back in 2004 when my intuitive side first began to open up.

How would you interpret the eye?

My Post Script for this entry will be forthcoming, on or before Halloween. Check back with me then AND SEE............


ETHEREAL EYE - Post Script 1 - Posted on The Feast of All Souls, October 31, 2010

Searching for an answer to my “ethereal eye” encounter, I again broke silence and shared my experience with a few friends. I even discussed it with my work partner, Fred. For a number of years, Fred and I had consulted together on many government projects involving statistical analysis and the technical writing of manuscripts. Along with Steve, our trusty data warehouse guy, we presented our research results to a number of government directors over time.

I found Fred and Steve to be affable, analytical, and work-oriented sorts of fellows. Nevertheless, I also knew that when we weren’t busy blasting out statistical reports, Fred seemed to enjoy talking about non-technical matters and sometimes even topics of a more curious nature. As an all-around guy, he seemed to know a little bit about everything. And so, along with being a friend I could confide in, Fred had become a great source of information for me. For these reasons, I didn’t think it odd to tell him about my eye encounters.

So I told Fred about this vision, and like a seasoned doctor, he nodded as if he had already heard of the eye phenomenon. He said, “I think you’re experiences might be related to the third eye.”

Suddenly, the room began to swirl and something caught in my throat. Though I remembered watching a show about that on TV a long time ago, it was just too creepy. Quickly, I shook my head and changed the subject.

I see now that Fred’s suggestion was just too much for me to deal with back then.

Later on, I talked to another trusted friend on a different angle that had been swirling around my head for weeks on end: maybe Max is sending me signals in the form of an eye. Perhaps I’m receiving images through mental telepathy, i.e., thought forms or pictures from spirit. Is he trying to tell me something important? Like, “Hey, watch yourself!” or “Wait and see what happens next.”

Now it was Tara’s turn to shake her head. “Nah, too far-fetched,” was all she said as she lit another cigarette. She’d been gaining quite a reputation for her right-on reports. On the other hand, she still had to live down her crazy past with that motorcycle papa she married, who by the way, was really a nice guy. However, Tara’s new nickname, Wild Child, stuck. You see, Fred always teased her with it. Soon, everyone in the department was calling her Wild Child.

Honestly, I doubt she cared.

Nevertheless, I was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable about revealing too much, even to Wild Child. “Oh well, just thought I’d bounce that doozy off you and see where it lands, ha, ha.” I never did let on that I still believed that because of all I’d seen, heard and sensed over the last ten months, Max might be trying to send images to my brain.

Was I overwrought? Well, weary yes, but so much had happened that was unfathomable, at least in human terms. Soon, I was beginning to think that there are absolutely no limitations, in terms of life and death possibility – or even probability. Therefore, nothing I could conceive seemed too strange. As a statistician and research scientist, that was certainly a new stance for me.

Before long, a new madcap question came to mind: is Max attempting to give me more information about his 1993 eye accident? This, in itself, was a hair-raising experience. About seven months after our wedding day and two weeks before Christmas, Max injured his eye. Earlier that morning, he had been designing a fire safety system at his place of business. In the process, he realized he needed some important codes from an engineering notebook, the one he had left in his truck. So he got up and went to the parking lot to retrieve it.

As he walked back to the office, he opened his notebook to search for the necessary codes. Reading and walking, reading and walking… I am sure he was just trying to be efficient. I admired how Max would often devised ways of getting his job done before the due date, and with such high precision. And, for this project, the due date was fast approaching. So, book in hand, he moved quickly and as he glanced up, he ran his eye into the corner of the open rear window of a truck.

Max nearly lost it -- his eye, that is. Minutes later, I received the word. I dashed from my office to his and drove him to his ophthalmologist’s where the staff was waiting kindly to receive him. I felt awful for my husband, in so much pain. I was also worried he might lose his eye. Yet, amazingly following the doctor’s swift treatment and three (very long) nights of moaning, Max’s eye began to heal. In the end, he regained every bit of his sight. From this harrowing experience, Max and I both learned that the healing properties of the human eye are nothing short of extraordinary.

And so, when I first caught a glimpse of the ethereal eye in February of 2004, it occurred to me that this might be a new way – and a new thing – for Max to communicate to me.

One thought follows another. Soon, I began to wonder if that freak eye accident had somehow caused the cancer which spread so insidiously through Max’s body. Is this what he was trying to say by projecting the image of an eye? In 2003, the doctors had found malignant tumors in Max’s neck, head and upper torso. Perhaps, I thought, the cancer had first formed in his eye and then spread to his head and neck. This would be possible if any metal, glass or other window bits remained in his eye, only to travel to other parts of the body. I was aware that malignancies often result from toxicity, i.e., such as the contaminants of metal and glass.

Nevertheless, Wild Child’s unassuming words came to mind. Before long, this idea began to sound far-fetched as well.

Post Script 2

Since those early, probing years, I have come full circle – back to the third eye hypothesis first posed by Fred. I must say, it took close to three years of mind-blowing change to even begin to accept the third eye, not only as a concept but as a way of life; of seeing and sensing things. My eventual breakthrough gained further support from those in the know, intuitively speaking. You see, in 2004 after Max died, I had started meditating a lot to help me relax and sleep. It seems that the frequency and depth of my meditation exercises caused something to virtually bust loose in my head. And I began to connect with spirit in ways I had never considered, or even dreamed possible.

The third eye is characterized as the seat of the soul, the eye of wisdom. In certain spiritual traditions, it refers to the brow chakra or pineal gland located in the center of the cranium. The third eye signifies the higher self, the ego-free part of one’s consciousness. It is associated with visions, clairvoyance (clear vision which is one form of ESP), and precognition. See, for example, Adele Nozedar’s book, The Element Encyclopedia of Secret Signs and Symbols (2008). Readers will also find numerous treatises concerning the third eye on the Internet and in almost any local library.


  1. The eye sounds pretty strange. Never heard of this before. Arch

  2. For Arch ~
    Thanks for your comment :) :) :) Check back on All Souls Night. I'll explain this phenomenon further in my Halloween post....
    Best regards, Mandy B.

  3. Mandy,

    You must find this difficult to deal with at times. You have peeked my intress. I will check back to see what you will have in store for us.

  4. Hey Jessica ~

    Thanks for your interest and following my blog! Yes, at times it is difficult because so many things have happened over the last several years. Yet, the visions, telepathic transmissions and even the incredible movements have been awesome for me. I am so amazed at what has transpired -- hardly ever feel afraid unless I hear a loud noise and can't pinpoint where it's coming from... Then, after I figure it out, I can rest easy. Even so, the messages I have received have been positive. So many loving and protective thoughts, symbols, synchronicities, dreams, and so on. I am literally compelled to share my experience with the world!! Yours, Mandy

  5. Hi Mandy,

    I've never heard of an eye like this. Looking forward to your explanation around the 31st. Hope you have a Happy Halloween!

    Your friend,
    Billlady (The Bill Lady)

  6. Thanks Bill Lady ~

    Talk to you here, on Twitter or Facebook on The Feast of All Souls ~ Halloween Night!

    Your bud,

  7. Mandy,

    I don't believe some of the things you have experienced in the last few years, it's unreal! You hard work and dedication are really going to shine through and make for one amazing book! Keep it coming!

    Your friend,

  8. Hey Ashley, ~

    Yes, it's been a wild ride, with so much yet to tell....

    For over 30 years, I was an agnostic. But my views about life and death have changed radically since my dear Max died, with so many loved ones following him over a 4-1/2 year period. Nevertheless, Max (and a few others, like my dad) are certainly letting us know that they still come around to see us. A few weeks ago, a very close friend of Max's whom I will call "B" phoned me and said excitedly that Max had actually telephoned him! Then, within a week or two, I went to visit B and his family because unfortunately, B had been very ill. Amazingly, he was looking better that day and we had so much to talk about. Well then, before leaving, I just had to ask him the curious question, "Hey B, on a scale from 1 to 100%, how confident are you that the person (er spirit) who phoned you that day was Max?" B's reply: "I'm very confident." In fact, he said, "You know, I've know Max for many many years! I absolutely know his voice, his unique sounds, and the specific words he uses." He crossed him arms, as if to say, "And that's that." Then his dear wife chimed in and said, "Oh, this is 100%! You should have seen the look on my husband's face when he hung up the phone!"


  9. Hey there ~

    Check out my latest Ethereal Eye Posts of 10/31, above. These were added as Post Scripts 1 and 2 to answer your questions concerning the THE EYE story.


    Mandy Berlin