
Certain authors break new ground and usher in new ways of looking at this matrix we call reality. Whitley Strieber is one of them. He did it initially with Communion and he and Art Bell did it with their book The Coming Global Superstorm. Now Streiber and his wife, Anne,who passed away on August 11, 2015, have done it with their newest book The Afterlife Revolution.
This book is many things – a man’s tribute to the woman he loved and was married to for 45 years, a writer’s journey into the nature of life and death and the survival of soul/consciousness, and a whole new way of looking at the relationship between the dead and living. This new matrix involves learning and using the “tools of the soul,” as Anne calls them, to not only communicate with the dead but to allow them to help us, the living, strengthen our souls.
“Out of the coming age of upheaval there is going to emerge either a new humanity or no humanity,” Anne says. ”Earth’s surface is a womb. In this womb, a baby, life, has been growing for eons. This baby has matured to the point that it has intellect and therefore the capacity to enter higher consciousness – that is, to be born. So the waters of Earth’s womb are breaking.”
Anne talks about how after the transformation of the planet, the entire species will be going through a “gigantic shamanic initiation. The seeker enters death in order to experience life in a new and more encompassing way. The outcome of this initiation will be that the blinders of physical life will be removed, randomness and chance will no longer 0play so much of a role in life as they do now, and souls will enter bodies with knowledge of their reasons for doing so intact. The living will know the dead.”
Strieber writes that because of the challenges humanity and our planet now face, “nonphysical mankind, along with many different sorts of midwives and helpers, is preparing physical mankind for the shock of species initiation, and to use our planet afterward in a new way.”
In the book, the Striebers aren’t just speaking to those of us who have communicated with the dead in some way or have sensed the future in dreams, visions, meditations, synchronicities. They’re speaking to the many who have had experiences that offer glimpses into these areas – and then are convinced by consensus reality that what they experienced didn’t really happen. It was fantasy, imagination, delusion, absurd, impossible.
I once asked Whitley why he thinks Anne passed on first. “Because she’s the teacher, and I have the platform,” he replied. In other words, he was the communicator.
And as I read this book, his reply made perfect sense. What Anne is “teaching” in this book is that the greatest soul tools we have to strengthen our souls, are love, compassion, and humility. As Strieber adds, physical life, though, is also a soul tool, a “soul-altering machine.”
“When you know for certain that those of us without physical bodies are real and that we are with you, your fear of death will end for you,” Anne says. And it’s this fear of death that keeps us “soul blind.”
Whitley, as the communicator in this duo whose soul stayed earthbound, writes with such honesty and clarity that I cried through one chapter, laughed and cheered throughout another, and came away from this book convinced that the Striebers have broken new ground. Whitley’s Communion did this in the UFO/alien field precisely because it was so personal, because he experienced it. The book gave voice to the thousands of people who had experienced contact and were afraid to talk about it.
The Afterlife Revolution does the same thing in terms of our understanding of death, NDEs, the afterlife, spirit communication, and the relationship between the dead and the living. The book may well be a new spiritual paradigm that lays out a possible path for the evolution of our souls. This evolution would mean that as the planetary transformation unfolds, the living and the dead aren’t just two previously separated halves who have reunited. They are now allies, inseparable.
PS It’s fitting this post goes up on what would have been my mother’s 101st birthday. She was a skeptic about all of this stuff. But, I suspect, that skepticism has vanished i the 17 years since her death in June 2000.

















