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Now with a beautiful new series look, Miss Marple receives a letter from a dead man instructing her how to conduct an investigation into a puzzlingly unspecific crime.In utter disbelief, Miss Marple read the letter addressed to her from the recently deceased Mr. Rafiel--an acquaintance she had met briefly on her travels. He had left instructions for her to investigate a crime after his death. The only problem was, he had failed to tell her who was involved or where and when the crime had been committed. It was most intriguing.Soon she is faced with a new crime--the ultimate crime--murder. It seems someone is adamant that past evils remained buried... Product DetailsISBN-13: 9780063221581 Media Type: Paperback Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers Publication Date: 07-12-2022 Pages: 304 Product Dimensions: 5.30(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.80(d) Series: Miss Marple SeriesAbout the Author Agatha Christie is the most widely published author of all time, outsold only by the Bible and Shakespeare. Her books have sold more than a billion copies in English and another billion in a hundred foreign languages. She died in 1976, after a prolific career spanning six decades.Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt Chapter One OVERTURE In the afternoons it was the custom of Miss Jane Marple to unfold her second newspaper. Two newspapers were delivered at her house every morning. The first one Miss Marple read while sipping tier early morning tea, that is, if it was delivered in time. The boy who delivered the papers was notably erratic in his management of time. Frequently, too, there was either a new boy or a boy who was acting temporarily as a stand-in for the first one. And each one would have ideas of his own as to the geographical route that he should take in delivering. Perhaps it varied monotony for him. But those customers who were used to reading their paper early so that they could snap up the more saucy items in the day's news before departing for their bus, train or other means of progress to the day's work were annoyed if the papers were late, though the middle-aged and elderly ladies who resided peacefully in St. Mary Mead often preferred to read a newspaper propped up on their breakfast table. Today, Miss Marple had absorbed the front page and a few other items in the daily paper that she had nicknamed "The Daily All-Sorts," this being a slightly satirical allusion to the fact that her paper, the Daily Newsgiver, owing to a change of proprietor, to her own and to other of her friends' great annoyance, now provided articles on men's tailoring, women's dress, female hearthrobs, competitions for children, and complaining letters from women and had managed pretty well to shove any real news off any part of it but the front page, or to some obscure comer where it was impossible to find it. Miss Marple, being old-fashioned, preferredher newspapers to be newspapers and give you news. In the afternoon, having finished her luncheon, treated herself to twenty minutes' nap in a specially purchased, upright armchair which catered for the demands of her rheumatic back, she had opened The Times, which lent itself still to a more leisurely perusal. Not that The Times was what it used to be. The maddening thing about The Times was that you couldn't find anything any more. Instead of going through from the front page and knowing where everything else was so that you passed easily to any special articles on subjects in which you were interested, there were now extraordinary interruptions to this time-honoured program. Two pages were suddenly devoted to travel in Capri with illustrations. Sport appeared with far more prominence than it had ever had in the old days. Court news and obituaries were a little more faithful to routine. The births, marriages and deaths which had at one time occupied Miss Marple's attention first of all owing to their prominent position had migrated to a different part of The Times, though of late, Miss Marple noted, they had come almost permanently to rest on the back page. Miss Marple gave her attention first to the main news on the front page. She did not linger long on that because it was equivalent to what she had already read this morning, though possibly couched in a slightly more dignified manner. She cast her eye down the table of contents. Articles, comments, science, sport; then she pursued her usual plan, turned the paper over and had a quick run down the births, marriages and deaths, after which she proposed to turn to the page given to correspondence, where she nearly always found something to enjoy; from that she passed on to the Court Circular, on which page today's news from the sale rooms could also be found. A short article on science was often placed there, but she did not propose to read that. It seldom made sense for her. Having turned the paper over as usual to the births, marriages and deaths, Miss Marple thought to herself, as so often before: "It's sad really, but nowadays one is only interested in the deaths! " People had babies, but the people who had babies were not likely to be even known by name to Miss Marple. If there had been a column dealing with babies labelled as grandchildren, there might have been some chance of a pleasurable recognition. She might have thought to herself-. "Really, Mary Prendergast has had a third granddaughter!" though even that perhaps might have been a bit remote.She skimmed down Marriages, also with not a very close survey, because most of her old friends' daughters or sons had married some years ago already. She came to the Deaths column and gave that her more serious attention. Gave it enough, in fact, so as to be sure she would not miss a name. Alloway, Angopastro, Arden, Barton, Bedshaw, Burgoweisser (dear me, what a Gerawn name, but he seemed to be late of Leeds). Camperdown, Carpenter, Clegg. Clegg? Now was that one of the Cleggs she knew? No, it didn't seem to be. Janet Clegg. Somewhere in Yorkshire. McDonald, McKenzie, Nicholson. Nicholson? 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An examination of our consciousness’s ability to pass between dimensions, both in life and after death, and how to communicate with spirits • Reveals that all beings exist simultaneously in the material dimension and in the soul hyperdimension and that our consciousness transcends death • Provides evidence that the deceased keep in contact with their loved ones and are able to visit them as apparitions, give them advice, and protect them • Offers rigorous scientific analysis of paranormal occurrences, including evidence of life after death, house spirits, near-death and out-of-body experiences, and communication with the souls of the deceased In this exploration of consciousness, after-death communication, and the validity of near-death and out-of-body experiences, Chris H. Hardy, Ph.D., a former researcher at Princeton’s Psychophysical Research Laboratories, reveals that all beings exist simultaneously in the material dimension and in the soul hyperdimension. During life, we can access the soul hyperdimension through heightened states of consciousness and dreams. After death, we cease to physically exist, but our consciousness continues on in the hyperdimension as a living soul, a complete personality able to perceive and even affect the material world. Through rigorous scientific analysis of psi experiences and surveys, the author shows that the deceased keep contact with the living by visiting them as apparitions, protecting them from harm, and even interceding to solve family problems or resolve their own unfinished business. She details her own psi and spiritual experiences, such as interactions with a house spirit, clairvoyance in lucid dreams, and her decades of communication with the souls of the deceased, including her own parents and scientific geniuses, and provides empirical evidence to support their reality. Moreover, Hardy offers tested methods for gaining access to the soul dimension and explores what can be accomplished there, including communicating with those who exist beyond our own matter world. Sharing her breakthrough understanding of the soul dimension as a hyperdimension pervading the universe, where our consciousness lives on after physical death, Hardy shows that we are all transdimensional beings and that the living souls of the spirit dimension welcome our interaction. Product DetailsISBN-13: 9781591433729 Media Type: Paperback Publisher: Inner Traditions/Bear & Company Publication Date: 06-09-2020 Pages: 352 Product Dimensions: 6.00(w) x 8.90(h) x 1.00(d)About the Author Chris H. Hardy, Ph.D., holds a doctorate in ethno-psychology. A cognitive scientist and former researcher at Princeton’s Psychophysical Research Laboratories, she has spent many years investigating nonlocal consciousness through systems theory, chaos theory, and her own Semantic Fields Theory. The author of many research papers and published books, including DNA of the Gods and The Sacred Network, she lives in France.Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt Chapter 5. A Stifling Bond with the Deceased Strong bonding between two persons during their lives may turn out to be a real hindrance for one person surviving the other. The problem becomes acute if the living one is so engrossed in the relationship with the deceased that he/she gets estranged from a normal social life. I came across this type of problem when I got a job as a psychologist in a mental hospital in the suburbs of Paris. On my first day I met with a young woman, fifteen or sixteen years old. She was seated near a table, withdrawn and shy, and I took a seat in front of her. We spent a few minutes chatting and then I asked Emilie to tell me her story. She started with a stern statement, repeating that she was “mentally very sick.” I let it pass without comment, taking it as the result of the projections of the psychiatrists and nurses in this hospital on all their patients. Then Emilie explained that she had a very dear friend, a girl named Marie, who had died eight months earlier, but she was still with her, at her side, day in and night out. “How’s that?” I asked, “Do you see her in your room?” “Yes, of course. She’s sitting next to me and we can talk together. If I walk and go somewhere, then she accompanies me. It’s just like before she died. We were always together, inseparable.” After a moment of silence, she added: “You see, I’m very sick. I’ve schizophrenia, hallucinations.” “Look Emilie, you have to know that, in about three quarters of the world, if you were to tell your story to people—even to doctors—everybody would believe that you are indeed communicating with your dear deceased friend. It’s solely in most of Europe and North America that our Western science has decreed that only matter and your body are real and that there’s no survival of the soul after bodily death. Everywhere else, in the ancient cultures, many individuals have the gift of seeing their own deceased loved ones and quite a number like you are even able to communicate with them.” She looked at me briefly but intensely, pondering my words but not quite ready to believe me. I went on explaining: “Indeed, if we were to take any religion seriously, then, since they all posit a survival of the souls in full consciousness, there would always be the possibility that some human beings could have the gift of seeing these departed souls.” Now she was positively hooked on my story, even if she still didn’t make any straightforward eye contact. I went on, slowly: “So, in brief, about three quarters of the people on earth would readily conclude that you have this gift yourself. And in some cultures you would be highly respected because of this gift. I myself believe that you are really seeing and talking to Marie. The problem isn’t your gift or even your mental balance. The problem lies in the fact that you’re putting your life and your freedom at risk by constantly being with her. If she died it’s because she has something to do on the other side. And if you’re still here, alive in your body, it’s because you yourself also have something to accomplish in your life. Do you see my point?” “Oui! This sounds right. But what shall I do?” I felt so much empathy for her plight; I was so anguished at seeing a young girl’s future jeopardized by stiff Freudian dogma! I was speaking low and softly, directly to her heart and soul, with loads of implicit thoughts. “How could you possibly go on with your own life and accomplish something if you only stick with her?” She nodded her assent. “You don’t want to stay in this ward for months, do you? You have your own life in front of you! And it’s the same for Marie: she has to start focusing on why she died, and what it is she has to do on the other side. Surely, if she loves you so much, she would prefer to see you happy and not secluded in this place, don’t you think?” All the while she had kept her head down looking at her hands crossed over her knees, giving me a quick and shy side glance once in a while. But she nodded again and I felt that I had pulled her out of the psychic knot and brought her mind to where she could mull over her actual predicament in a more strategic light. After a long moment of silence, I continued “Now listen, here is what we are going to do right now: You’ll talk to Marie and explain to her that your sticking together is harming you right now. That she has to focus on her own life beyond, and that you yourself have to focus fully on your life here. Tell her she has to take some distance for a while and let you breathe. . . . Will you do it today?” She nodded again, this time with a hopeful expression, while she looked at me still a bit shyly but now straight in the eyes. “So look, I’m going to leave you now. Talk to Marie and you’ll see that your situation will greatly improve. . . . And don’t speak about it around here.” Meanwhile, when I came back home, I entered into a deep state of meditation and summoned the spirit of Marie to come and talk with me. For about half an hour I conversed with her, aware that she had sensed and followed our exchange that afternoon, but nevertheless explaining what I had already said to Emilie and what Emilie would certainly have also told her. In this particular case, the combined effect of my conversations with Emilie and Marie turned out to be extremely positive, beyond my wildest dreams in fact. Show More Table of Contents Table of Contents Acknowledgments xi Introduction A Leap into the Spirit Dimension 1 1 My Father's Passing 11 2 Vision at a Burial and Evidence of the Soul Dimension 53 3 Predictions and Caretaking from the Beyond 79 4 The Grateful Dead 97 5 Stifling Bonds with the Deceased 105 6 My House Genie 126 7 A Ouija Experiment 163 8 Spirits Crowd for a Bardo Reading 175 9 Dialogues with Past Geniuses 203 10 Transdimensional Beings 243 11 Our Self in the Hyperdimension 254 12 A Hyperdimension Pervading the Universe 271 Conclusion On Aliens and Ascending to the Hyperdimension 293 Glossary 300 Bibliography 304 Index 314 About the Author 322

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About Ghost in the Guacamole When two sisters feud over the family business, medium Emma Whitecastle doesn’t need a Ouija board to know it spells trouble. But with a little help from the spirited ghost of Granny Apples, she may be able to solve one murder and prevent another . . . Sisters Lucinda and Ricarda Ricardo—better known as Lucy and Rikki—are at each other’s throats over the family business, Roble Foods. Lucy wants to sell and Rikki is against it. Rikki asks Emma to contact their deceased father, Felix, to help her convince Lucy not to sell. But the ghost of Felix Ricardo has his own bombshell to drop—his death was not an accident, and Rikki’s life may be in danger if the girls don’t sell. Now it’s up to Emma and Granny Apples to chip away at the mystery and stop a killer from double dipping in death . . .

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