‘Find me a Gristmill’

One day Raymond Moody, the famed psychiatrist who brought science to the near-death experience and wrote Life After Life, decided he needed a new place to live. He started looking for a larger house with some property in a rural setting. He would do his research and writing and he would have visitors for his unusual experiments involving mirrors. More on that in a bit.

He quickly found out that most of the houses in his area in Georgia were more expensive than he could afford. But he was told that if he looked across the border in Alabama 11 miles away,  he might have better luck. He soon found a beautiful Victorian house for sale set on two acres and went to the realtor’s office. The agent hesitated, as if he knew the house wasn’t quite right for Moody, then asked: “What are you really looking for?”

Although he liked the Victorian, what he really wanted was a Gristmill. He had wanted to live in a mill house since he was a young man and had visited one. “I had always kept that vision in my mind, and apparently I had it now because the realtor appeared to know I wanted something different from the Victorian house.”

The realtor nodded and said he would take him to one near where he lived. They drove through forest and fields, crossed an old wooden bridge and there was the gristmill on the edge of a broad, fast-flowing creek. It dated back to 1850. Moody fell in love with it, but the problem was that it wasn’t for sale.

The realtor knew the family and the grown children wanted the parents to move, but they were intent on staying. They’d lived there for decades. When he called he was told they weren’t interested in selling, but the couple said that he could show the house, anyhow.

When they arrived, Moody introduced himself to Mrs. Doerr. She replied, “Dr. Raymond Moody…Dr.Raymond Moody….are you the man who wrote that book?”

Before Moody could answer, she walked into the living room and pulled a book off the shelf. To his surprise, it wasn’t his book at all. Rather, it was a book by Dr. George Ritchie, a good freind to whom he’d dedicated Life After Life, and he had also written the foreword for Ritchie’s book. That was what the woman remembered.

“George Ritchie is one of our dear, dear firends,” she said. “I think this must be a sign.”

Moody in his autobiography, Paranormal, recalls. “The chances of finding a gristmill that someone was willing to sell was highly unlikely, but the idea that they would be connected to me in any way, let alone through my good friend George Ritchie, was beyond belief for me.”

Within a moon, he had moved into the home of his dreams. It was there that he set up his psychomanteum – a mirrored room where his patients would gaze while in a meditative state and many would make contact with deceased family members and friends.

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20 Responses to ‘Find me a Gristmill’

  1. Rob MACGREGOR says:

    Interesting little typo-synchro in this post. I had meant to end it saying , “Within a month,…” But writing fast, month came out moon. Yet, it still fits! It was within a moon.

  2. mathaddict2233 says:

    Adele, you have much company with the “difficult day” today. I’ve spoken to several folks, and all are having “down” feelings. This story about Dr. Moody was a “mood lifter”….no pun intended! I must get his memoirs, too! My Mother-in-law got her corn meal from a gristmill not far from their mountain home in GA , right up until she died not too long ago. The mill is in the woods; a beautiful, serene place, beside one of those cold, sparkling mountain streams that tumble over rocks and have such a soothing sound, with the wheel whoosing slowly round and round. And her cornbread was to die for!! Once, she gave me a sack of the corn mill and the other ingredients except the buttermilk, and it STILL didn’t taste as grand as hers!! She was still making it at age 99, and still getting the corn meal from the gristmill. Guess I just don’t have the right kind of pan she had…..a well-seasoned black iron skillet that never saw soap and water. She cleaned it with just a rag and hung it on the kitchen wall. Can’t finds those skillets now. Hers was ancient. Those were the days!

  3. whoot says:

    yeah the name Doerr,, got a synchro with one of those,, fairly good one,, doubles and triples up,,,, blah blah blah

  4. gypsy says:

    what a wonderful story – i remember the first time i read moody – it was like coming home – this old mill and its setting in your photo remind me so much of the one that belonged to my great great grandfather mcgalliard and his son my great grandfather in valdese north carolina – it’s part of a state park now – the mcgalliard falls – anyway, i finally got to visit it a year or so ago – magnificent to walk the ground on which my ancestors lived – and many still do live in the area – interesting story, cj – loved it! great post, rob and trish!

  5. Darren B says:

    On the subject of Ray Moody,I bought his three DVDs last year from his website and I love them.
    https://www.lifeafterlife.com/dvdvideo.html
    I’ll have to get a copy of his new book,as well.
    It looks good.

  6. Amazing wonderful story! I’m having a difficult day and this cheered me.

  7. mathaddict2233 says:

    Oh, yes! The soul rescue definitely worked! The older man and the children had not been doing “scary” stuff in the millhouse. They simply moved a lot of things, made peculiar noises at all times of the day and night, closed and opened doors, etc, and the man’s heavy boots were easily heard walking across the plankings of the wood floors. Their energies were palpable. But they were lost, having drowned in the deep water inside the millhouse, and didn’t know how or where to go, so they remained there and the older spirit “looked after” the children. I had a real struggle on my hands, convincing the living inhabitants who had turned the millhouse into their home, to allow the spirits to go on into the Light, but they finally did, and it was such a blessing to watch the three glide into that glorious Light and disappear! I asked the couple to contact me with any further activities; there were none! It’s surprising how many living humans want to “keep” their ghosts/spirits once they find out the indentity, especially if the haunting isn’t frightening. But spirits need to go into the Light, not remain for centuries lost in the place where they died. It was a wonderful experience.

  8. A remarkable story. Don’t think I’ve heard the term ‘gristmill’ previously.

    When in senior school we did a student exchange with a Dutch school. When I went over to the Netherlands the family I stayed with took me to a traditional windmill, the first time I’d been near one. As soon as I stepped inside I felt scared and that I’d been in one previously and had been injured. That was the first time I ever really thought about reincarnation.

  9. mathaddict2233 says:

    What a beautiful story! I think many of us have a “picture” embedded in our mind’s memories of a kind of “house” that represents Home for us. I’m so glad Dr. Moody found his! He has given all of us his gifts of awareness.

    I once covered a haunting in rural Georgia. During the process, I discovered that there was an older gentleman and two young children, a boy and a girl, (deceased), living in the mill-house. They had been there since the mid-1860s, and the mill-house had been flooded during a terrible storm. The marks from the high water remained on the walls. The house was occupied by a husband and wife who had been having experiences of strange phenomena, thus the search for “ghosts”. The man and children were spirits, not ghosts; he was the white caretaker of the mill that had been part of a plantation, and the two children were black youngsters of slaves.

    They lived in the house with the couple, and their energy was very strong. They had drowned, and simply didn’t move into the Light. Getting them There was my job. The couple wanted the spirits to stay, which is often the case when folks learn who is haunting their residence, but once the situation was explained to them, they agreed to allow the soul rescue-release to occur. Regarding mirrors, Dr. Moody was certainly on spot! My Sanctuary has mirrors on every wall, and it is filled with spirit energy continuosly. Thank you, Trish and Rob, for this fascinating glimpse into the life of a wonderful man who has given us so much!

    And the photo of the gristmill is simply breath-taking!

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