ABOUT AL MINER
In 1973, a little more than twenty years after a childhood NDE (near-death experience), a chance hypnosis session triggered that connection Al had with the other side and began his tenure as the channel for the Lama Sing readings.
Since then, over 10,000 readings have been given in a trance state for groups and individuals around the world, most often without them being present, answering questions on a virtually unlimited array of topics. The accuracy of the information has been substantiated by individuals, professionals, and institutions.
On July 27, 2018, Al peacefully returned to life without body. The last reading he gave was July 8, finishing the remaining questions that had been submitted by various members of the public. It was among three videoed readings, which can be viewed by clicking here.
_______
THE REST OF THE STORY …
Al had left his job in the computer field in 1973 and decided to visit a friend. The friend, preparing to leave for an appointment with a renowned hypnotherapist, Dr. E. Arthur Winkler, invited Al to tag along. When the session was over, Dr. Winkler and the friend coaxed Al to have a session. The hypnotic suggestion given was, “You will now go back to that time and place of greatest spiritual significance to you.”
Waking Up in a Desert
The next thing Al knew, he was standing under a twilight sky. He held his hands up. They weren’t his. The shirt he’d had on at the beginning of the hypnosis session was replaced with a coarse robe-like garment and, instead of the shoes he was wearing, on his feet now were sandals. He heard men talking quietly behind him and turned to look. A small group was gathered around a campfire. He saw a few palm trees beside a small pool and sizable dunes silhouetted against the dark sky. The men were not paying particular attention to him. He turned back to face the night and a feeling of joyful anticipation came over him. Someone he cared deeply about was soon to arrive. As he searched the horizon, waiting, he wrestled with thoughts — what is going on, where am I, who is this I’m waiting for? But the thrill welling up in him about the one he was expecting to come walking out of the darkness any moment continued to build until his attention was utterly captured. Then, he began to hear a voice calling to him, barely audible at first but growing louder.
Back on the Hypnotherapy Couch
To his dismay, the voice was Dr. Winkler’s calling him back. Once back, Al’s friend, Mac, began excitedly chattering about what all Al had said during the session, including something about the wife of Mac’s friend in Maine who was about to lose her home and needed some help. Al was confused and frustrated, and tried to tell them about the experience he had in the oasis. It was then that Dr. Winkler reached down beside the desk and turned on the recording of the session. Al heard himself talking in an accent that was not his, using words and terms he would not use, talking about a woman he’d never heard of. Meanwhile, Mac stepped into the outer office to call the friend in Maine. When he returned, he was shaking his head. She was, as the reading said, about to lose her home. Al was dazed. Dr. Winkler explained to Al that while he was having his own experience, someone was speaking through him. “You have an uncommon ability to move in a sleep-like state of consciousness,” he said, and asked if Al would return for another session the following day.
While the experience of hearing himself speak as he did was very strange and unsettling to Al, it was also intriguing, and he very much wanted to, hoped to, go back to the oasis. So he agreed to come back. But when he and Mac arrived the next morning, there were about thirty others excitedly waiting for him, all seated around the small office. Al started to back out of the room, but Dr. Winkler quieted everyone and explained to Al that these were colleagues who were very interested in Al’s experience. Again, so hoping to return to the oasis, and with Dr. Winkler’s calm, assuring way, Al sat down in the recliner and Dr. Winkler began the session. Al did return to the oasis, and while the scene unfolded before him again in even more vivid detail, whoever was speaking through him answered questions from those present back in the office, even an answer in a code to one in a clandestine government position that could only have been understood by that one. When the session was over and Al woke up, those in the room burst into chatter. Dr. Winkler quietly turned the recorder on again for Al to hear. After the recording finished, the group members came one-by-one to shake Al’s hand, the government official being the last. He told Al to let him know if he was ever in the area again doing readings. When the man removed his hand, there was a $20 bill in Al’s hand. Al was astounded. After everyone had left, Dr. Winkler told Al he was interested in working with him.
Before Al agreed, he wanted to substantiate the information that came through him, so, he and Mac traveled to Maine to see Mac’s friend. Mac guided her through the advice given in the hypnosis session, in the “reading,” which suggested she place an ad in a certain paper that weekend and to use certain words. Al and Mac stuck around because the reading had said she would get an immediate offer. Within several days, instead of losing her home, she sold it at a great profit, insisting on giving Al a payment for what he had done for her.
Looking for Answers the Next three Years
Al then agreed to work with Dr. Winkler, but insisted on two conditions: First, he would give himself three years to find at least one other who was doing what he would now be doing, who could answer some of the questions building in him that could not be answered by anyone who hadn’t experienced something similar. Second, to validate to him the worthiness of what they would be doing, he would work only by referral, no advertising.
Al and Dr. Winkler began traveling the country, with Dr. Winkler arranging and conducting readings. Al did readings for individuals, public audiences of 150+ members, groups, and some who came to do research. During those three years, Al did not find anyone one else to talk with who was giving information while in a trance.
He made the decision to give it up after the next reading, but it happened that the small group for the next reading was a “Search for God” study group, the name given to those groups studying the works of Edgar Cayce. In the group was Arch Ogden, then President of the Edgar Cayce Foundation and a member of the Board of Directors for the Association for Research and Enlightenment in Virginia Beach, VA. Arch spoke with Al about the phenomenal reading he’d just given and invited Al to the A.R.E. There, he introduced Al to various members, and Al began to get insights and understanding into this new world. His new work began.
Although others, other than Dr. Winkler, became conductors for the readings over the years and Al, too, became adept at putting himself into trance, he and Dr. Winkler began a deep friendship that would last until Dr. Winkler’s death in 1998. Over the next 40+ years and 10,000+ readings, Al reawakened his abiding love, honor, and relationship with the One for whom he was waiting that night in the oasis.
AL’S WORK
Al is referred to in numerous publications and books and has had his research incorporated into the procedures of professionals in various fields. He participated in many documented research projects, perhaps one of the most noteworthy being for the A.R.E. in a study with other psychics being tested for accuracy. Al’s scores were so high that the test was repeated, and he beat his previous scores. He was subsequently appointed to the Advisory Board for Atlantic University, a sister organization of the A.R.E. and The Edgar Cayce Foundation, and scheduled by them for frequent appearances.
The Best Guidance Comes from Within
The vast majority of his work were personal readings for individuals all over the world, conducted without the person being present, but more than 1500 were topical or research.
Al always believed that the best of all guidance is that which comes from within.
The Story of Al’s Passing:
Susan recounting the first “Passing” of July 26, 2017:
“He’s in severe agonal breathing, severe prolonged apnea. The body is shutting down.” The night nurse gently touched my arm as she spoke these words to me. “He will not coming back from this,” confirming what I already knew, “but he’s not feeling any of this. He’s in no discomfort, it only sounds like that. He’s gone.”
Had I not experienced what I am about to share next, had I not seen it myself, I would be, at best, skeptical. But there are the medical records and the nurse to back it up and my best friend, Lunita, who experienced it with me …
Al in May, ’17
Al, July 24 Click for video
At about 7:15 PM, July 26, having told family, friends, and his hospice team that he was not going to let the disease take him and that he intended to “meditate his way ‘out'” as he’d done for nearly half a century — except that his intent would be that on one of these journeys soon he would simply remain on the “other side”— Al meditated and fell asleep. By about 7:30 he appeared to be gone, with long intervals between extremely labored breathing. I called Lunita to tell her it was time, and she came over to stay with me. About 8:30 PM the hospice nurse arrived.
She took one look at him in the hospital bed and explained, “His body is simply doing what bodies do as they shut down.” She made her notes on her computer and took his vitals. “His heartbeat is extremely erratic, his pulse is very, very low, and there is very little, almost no, air exchange… ” She turned to face me full-on and look into my eyes. “There is almost no air exchange. He is experiencing severe prolonged apnea,” she called it. “Severe agonal breathing.” She sat down to make additional notes and I returned to the couch. When she was finished with her notes, she went back to Al’s body, and I joined her. She was lifting the covers looking for additional signs and checking his vitals again. She walked with me back to the couch and sat beside me, asking gently, “Do you understand what to do when this process is complete?” I told her I did. She waited with me and Lunita for awhile longer, looking over at Al each time there was prolonged silence only to have him loudly gurgle one more time. After awhile, she gave me a hug and quietly left.
Lunita and I kept watch as Al’s body continued this process of shutting down… for five agonizing hours. Sometime after midnight, after the longest period of silence from Al since the night had begun, assuming what this meant, I slowly walked to his bedside. I was shocked at what I saw! His head was now turned slightly to the side, nestled into the pillow, and his breathing was gentle, easy, and perfectly rhythmic! Gone was the waxy-looking body, head arched back, haunting sounds escaping his gaping mouth. Instead, his color was returned, his body was wholly at ease, and he appeared to be dreaming. I motioned Lunita over! At first, we were both ecstatic, amazed, whispering and giggling quietly with delight, shaking our heads in disbelief: He appeared to be coming back! How was this possible?! Then, suddenly, our eyes locked on each other, no words exchanged between us but we knew what the other was thinking: If he returned, it would likely be to a severely incapacitated body because of the hours of oxygen deprivation. Simultaneously, we began all but yelling to him. “No! Don’t do this. Go back, stay! Be free!” But he was unconscious and unresponsive. After awhile, we returned to our make-shift beds in the room to continue our vigil.
At about 3 AM, I went to check on him. Everything was exactly it had been since about 12:30 AM, no change that I could detect, his head and body having remained in the exact position. I turned to go back to my bed when, suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of Al’s arms shoot up. I turned around and he was throwing the covers back. In one nano second, Lunita had seemingly leapt over the sofa because she was standing beside me as Al sat up and swung his legs over the side of the hospital bed. “I really have to use the bathroom!” he said firmly. “And what’s Lunita doing here?” And he got up from the hospital bed and walked briskly to the bathroom. No sign of any incapacitation whatsoever. Lunita left quickly and I began answering Al’s myriad of questions — what had happened, what was Lunita doing there, how long had he been gone, etc.— until we were finally able to put aside the excitement and get some sleep. When Al woke up later that morning, not only were there no signs of his body having been through that unimaginable stress for five hours, but the rest of the miracle was that there was very little indication of any compromising physical condition.
Later that morning, his nurse and social worker came to see him. We were all trying to make sense of what had happened, what was going on. His feet and ankles had slight remnants of the edema and mottling common at end of life, but other than that, he was sitting, conversing easily. The team was befuddled … “sometimes there are things that can’t be explained.” The nurse he started out in hospice with 1 1/2 years prior to this “passing” said that in all her experience with the dying she had never seen nor heard of anything like this: Not only had he come back after all that, but he was back without the serious issues that had admitted him into hospice in the first place.
Al’s 82-year-old body continued to improve. For months following this event, there was not the need for the wheelchair, walker, or the former abundance of medicine and inhalation treatment given for end-stage Alpha-1. The Alpha-1 was not cured; his lungs were still diminished. But in the time he was “gone” he evidently adapted to that condition. Through rehab and exercises, he regained the muscle tone and stamina that had atrophied from minimal use over the past year and he gained the weight back that he had lost.
Unlike his NDE as a young child (see below), the only recall Al had of what happened while he was “gone” is of seeing three very large, brilliant circles in the darkness, which he understood to represent choices he could make, and a long passageway lined on either side by very large white columns, “like the Taj Mahal,” he said. He never did a reading to determine what took place during those eight hours and why. -Susan Miner
Al, August 6, 2017
Click for video (No shaking, no cannula)
Al, August 7, 2017 Click for video
Susan’s recounting the event of July 26, 2018:
“Although Al never did a reading on what occurred that night in July of 2017, Lama Sing did say in a reading that the one we call the Master (others know of as Jesus) spoke something to Al during that event that was only meant for Al. Al did recall that but did not pursue it. Several months later, October 26, our daughter, Megan died.
“Beginning in February of the following year, 2018, Al’s health began to decline again and he was readmitted to hospice in April. He made his transition on July 27, 2018, one year after his first passing and eight months after Megan’s.” -Susan Miner
Al’s NDE:
Al was nine, struggling with the rheumatic fever he’d had for more than six months, staring at the ceiling. He was listening to the doctor speaking with his mother in a hushed voice in the next room when the wave of pain hit again, indescribably excruciating. Whenever the pain became this intense, My Lady came (as he called her). It seemed to be the one thing that got him through it. They would travel far away into worlds he’d never known or heard of, exquisitely beautiful, as she spoke to him and explained things in ways that made his heart sing. Once again, he saw her coming towards him, her hand outstretched to him and, once again, he reached for her and she lifted him out of his body and out of the pain.
When she returned him this time, it was not to his body as usual. Instead, they hovered just above the rooftop of his house. He could see inside. He saw his mother weeping alone in the kitchen, his body lying still on the living room sofa where they had moved him. As My Lady showed him the scene, Al knew he was being given a choice: “Leave with her to remain in life beyond, evidently free to traverse the worlds she’d shown him or perhaps even more, or return to his body and the pain, to his mother and the lifetime ahead.” His love for his mother, not wanting to cause her sorrow, urged his return.
My Lady never came again but neither did the ferocious attacks of pain. Against the odds the doctor had spoken of with his mother that night in the kitchen, over the coming months he recovered.
Though Al did not recall the NDE at the time of the first hypnosis session with Dr. Winkler, he attributes the NDE and the other trips with My Lady to his ease and depth of journeying into the infinite, particularly the last one in which she took him to a beautiful pathway and into a shining experience beyond, indescribable for a nine-year-old and nearly so even at 82 and all his journeys.