By Summer Bacon
 [From the one-day-to-be-published autobiography,
"The Cellars & Ceilings of Summer."]
 
"Leave the hall light on, Mom, and only shut the bedroom door halfway," I called to my mother every night after sweet goodnight hugs and kisses. It was a ritual that continued from the time I was five years old until my late teens.
 

By Summer Bacon

[Here's another excerpt from my one-day-to-be-published autobiography. I have had mystical experiences from the time I was eleven months old. As a teenager, these experiences began to accelerate, and oftentimes they frightened me. Fortunately, my parents didn't have me committed, but instead watched me in wonder. Daily life for me was often a challenge. In the following story, you will see how spirits even joined me on Prom Night.]

In 1976, when I was sixteen years old, I attended a prom at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles. Klaus, my handsome German boyfriend, an exchange student, suddenly disappeared after dinner, and I got tired of waiting for him to return to our table, so I wandered the ballroom looking for him.
 
To my dismay, I found him sitting at the top of the many-tiered dining room, smoking cigarettes with a stunningly beautiful Chilean exchange student who had gorgeous hair that cascaded nearly to her ankles. Heartbroken, I left the dining area to soothe myself with a tour of the elegant and stately hotel.

I always say that becoming a trance medium is not something I sought to do in my life. It evolved out of my own search for truth and desire to know God. It was a response to resolving the issues of fear that I had surrounding life. It was the only way I had to finally face my fears and know for certain that I was safe. I wanted proof--evidence--that someone "out there" was really watching over me.

My Christian friends often insisted that the experiences I was having (seeing, hearing, feeling spirits) came from Satan. I am sure that they believed this because they saw in my eyes that I feared everything. I especially feared death.

I believe that this fear developed early on, in 1965, at the age of five. The Vietnam War raged on. Then one day, despite the peace marches that we went on, and the philosophical discussions, and peace symbols that filled our household, my cat, a black and white little rascal named Shoes, died very suddenly.
 
Mom and Dad picked me up after school one day and announced that we were going on vacation. I was excited, but something felt strange. For one thing, my brother Britt was with them, and he didn't get out of school until much later in the day. I was only in Kindergarten. And, frankly, it was very rare to see my Daddy during the week during daylight hours. He usually got home after I went to bed at night. So, something just felt strange. And, anyway, "What about Shoes? Who's going to feed Shoes?" I asked.

There was stony silence in the car.

"Uh, Summy...Britt...Shoes died today," my Mom said gently.

"You mean, we're never going to see him again?" we asked.

My Mom hardly knew how to respond. If she could have, she would have brought Shoes back to life to spare her children this challenge of change.

After the expected wailing in the back seat from Britt and me, my Dad commenced to the difficult task of making sense out of death, as he drove our old black Volvo towards Palm Springs.

"You see...Shoes' spirit still exists. Life doesn't really ever end," he said.

I didn't get it, but I was intrigued.

"Life continues forever," he said matter-of-factly, but with feigned enthusiasm that he exerted in an effort to uplift our spirits.

"You mean...like infinity?" Britt questioned. Britt was only eight years old, going on about seventy.

"Yes!" Daddy responded with true enthusiasm now, "Like infinity!"

"That's like this," Britt said, drawing a sideways number eight in the air with his finger.

"Yeah," I joined in the infinity finger dance. We giggled. Then I paused.

"Daddy? What's infinity?" I asked, in sudden revelation that I hadn't the foggiest idea what infinity was.

"Infinity?" Daddy gulped, and Mom giggled.

"Tell them," Mom taunted with a grin.

"Well...it's like...if you take two mirrors, and point them at each other. One mirror reflects the other mirror, and the other mirror reflects the other mirror reflecting it. And so on."

Complicated.

"Okay..." he tried again, "Imagine walking up to a brick wall."

We closed our eyes and imagined.

"Now, you are standing right up close to it, right?"

"Right," I said, already somewhat bored with this game.

"What is on the other side of the wall?" Daddy asked.

We responded, using our imagination, "Trees. Grass. A dog. A house."

"Okay. Good," Daddy said, "Now, imagine that you have climbed the wall, and you find grass on the other side. Walk across the grass a long, long way."

"Yeah?" we questioned.

"Now you come to another wall," he said, "Stand right up close to it again. What is on the other side of that wall?" he asked.

I was beginning to understand where he was going with all of this.

"Do you see?" he said, "There will always be something on the other side of the wall. There is always something else! That's infinity."

It was conversations like this that primed my psyche for my life as a mystic. It was this kind of questioning that opened me up to possibilities, and the belief that there was truth in all, not just some, perspectives in the universe. It was also this kind of questioning that led to more questioning in my mind about life after death, such as, where do we go when we die? What then? These thoughts consumed me everyday for decades.

"The possibilities are endless," Dr. Peebles assures us, "There are as many possibilities as there are stars in the heavens."

Sometimes it is difficult to keep the faith and belief that there is more, that the possibilities are endless. Sometimes it is hard to believe that our guides are with us, working hard behind the scenes to support and uplift us. Sometimes it is difficult to maintain the awareness that Shoes is alive and well on the other side (or reincarnated as my kitty, Franny, perhaps). Spirituality requires faith, a belief in the invisible, the unknown, and some days are more difficult than others. Some days it feels like you are on a rudderless ship, yet must maintain the faith, hope, and belief that the rudder (which is God's love) is there all the same.

But, in truth, life is not just about waiting on God and Spirit to make changes in our lives. It's about us being proactive in our lives. We've got to drive the ship, so to speak, by putting God's love and truth into motion.

You don't have to believe in the teachings of the Bible for obvious truth of 1 Corinthians 13 to speak to your heart. To me, this explains the meaning of life:

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

In other words, if we stand face to face and really see each other's hearts, we will realize that we are made of exactly the same stuff, and our purpose is the same: to give and receive love. To love and be loved is what every single one of us, no matter what we do for a living, no matter what God we worship, no matter how we live our lives, no matter the color of our skin, no matter our social status; we are all seeking the same thing. "For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face."

Take the opportunity today to put love into motion. Be a steward of God's love. Give someone a hand up. When you feel moved to give someone something, either time, a gift, a smile or a compliment, don't hold back; put it into motion. But, remember: come from a pure heart, and expect nothing in return. Love given is the reward in and of itself. "If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing." By giving to and treating others as you would like to be given to and treated, you just may be the proof in someone else's life that God really loves them, unconditionally. Just when they are feeling down and out, like they are falling into a black hole, your smile, your gift could be just the hand up that they need to keep them going, to keep them knowing that God loves them.

We are in this dance of life together. The greatest gift that you can give to the world is your gift of love. Pray for your evil ex-spouse to come to their senses and bury the hatchet. Pray for the person who just cut you off in traffic that they may come to understand their insensitive behavior and be more careful in the future. Pray for your parent who does not understand you and judges your lifestyle that they may one day open their mind and heart to other possibilities. Pray for global awareness of love to grow within every human heart.

The possibilities are endless. When it comes to love, there are as many possibilities as there are stars in the heavens.

Ad infinitum.

P.S. I love you, Shoes.

By Summer Bacon

It was 1983, and I was twenty-three years old when my mother suggested we listen to the David Viscott, MD talk radio show upon which Dr. Peebles would be a guest, speaking through Thomas Jacobson. She joyfully announced that Viscott, a prominent American psychologist, was going to interview Thomas, "a man who allows a spirit to come into his body so that it can speak to people."

I was terrified! At that time I considered myself to be "born again"-a "good" Christian - something I had discovered during college in 1981 that might keep me safe from the demons that seemed to follow me everywhere. What my mother was describing was, by my determination, called "possession," and I was not about to give my energy to something that certainly came from Satan.

Nevertheless, my ever-charming, persuasive and open-minded mother dimmed the lights, lit candles, and managed to coax me to the couch where she wrapped me up in a cozy blanket assuring me that nothing bad would happen, but that if it did-"Wouldn't it be an interesting adventure?"

The radio squealed as she tuned it to pick up the station's frequency. I trembled.

Since I do not have actual transcripts of the recorded conversation, I will rely on my memory and perspective of what I heard.

Dr. Viscott calmly introduced Thomas who sounded so young, shy and normal when he spoke that I immediately felt my heart open wide to this courageous man. Dr. Viscott shared that he, himself, was interested in metaphysical phenomenon. He said that he was a healthy skeptic who decided to openly explore trance channeling on his radio program. He wanted to watch as Thomas went into trance, that he might study the channeling process from a scientific perspective. Clearly the assumption was that Thomas probably suffered from some sort of psychological delusions. I felt strangely comforted by this thought.

"Oh, this is a psychological study, not a study of the occult," I convinced myself, feeling greatly relieved. The procedure would be as follows: Thomas would go into trance, and anyone who wanted to ask the so-called "spirit" Dr. Peebles a question, could call the radio station. Silly, I thought. Plain silly.

The radio went silent as Thomas went into trance. I held my breath. My eyes widened as the seconds passed. The airwaves seemed to transmit the very large and loving energy of the spirit. Suddenly, this didn't feel like a joke anymore. There was an audible gasp as the spirit entered Thomas's body, and then a magnificent voice boomed through the speaker.

"God bless you! Dr. Peebles here! It is a joy and a blessing when man and spirit join together in search of the greater truths and awareness!"

I was immediately entranced. The room felt light, peaceful and serene. My mother and I listened intently, totally mesmerized for more than half an hour. Dr. Peebles answered each question from Dr. Viscott and his listeners' with astonishing clarity, accuracy, and unwavering and unconditional love. I settled deep into the couch, feeling safe and warm. I knew in my heart that God approved of this. There was no Satan here.

The session concluded with Thomas returning to his body with a loud groan. Dr. Viscott bubbled with enthusiasm. He vulnerably admitted to his listening audience that he had seen a puff of blue smoke above Thomas' head as Thomas went into trance. He said that he could not explain what had happened in scientific terms, but that the experience was so beautiful and loving, who cared anyway? The trance process was clearly a phenomenon to explore.

A phenomenon, indeed!

Here was this Dr. Peebles-not Archangel Michael, or Jesus, or aliens, or the usual cast of spiritual characters that seemed to pop through modern day channels. It was just Dr. Peebles: a really nice, unpretentious guy who happened to live a very fulfilling life on the earth. This was the spirit for me!

"And now, my dear friends, in this wonderful month, this beautiful journey of expansion of yourself, as you are growing in the divine mother's womb, not having to do much else but hang out and think of the things you really want to bring with you when you leave, it’s wonderful. You’re getting all your ducks in a row! And so, in this month, in your human life, really, truly, my dear friends, if you can keep yourself stationary in so many ways (in terms of not trying to push the river, not trying to make things happen so quickly, slowing down, pacing yourself to make things move a little faster) you’ll find that in this month you can expect the unexpected. Really. Expect the unexpected."

—Dr. Peebles through Summer Bacon [excerpt from Part 8 of the Seasons of the Soul™ 9-part series, "A Journey into Wholeness," November 2013]


A Giving Thanks Story
By Summer Bacon

It's been a year of many endings and new beginnings. Two days before my daughter's June wedding, my dog Cosmo died, and minutes later was resurrected. He's still going strong, and at the age of 14 can still climb to the summit of Sugarloaf in Sedona (which is not even easy for some humans). I moved out of my Dad's home and into my own place, slowing unpacking decades of memories that have been in storage for the past four years; a joyful and sometimes bittersweet process. Since my mother's passing last year, Daddy is moving on with his life, singing, cooking, and even taking up yoga. Cherished friends have passed away, and wonderful new friendships have been made.

And, when, in one week my daughter and son-in-law moved away to Oregon, and my beloved kitty, Alex went missing, I thought my broken heart would never recover.

Except that God's love is real and constant.

Dear Friends of Dr. Peebles,

It is with a heavy heart that I am writing this letter to you. This week has been a time of tremendous change for me; of many endings and new beginnings. My beloved kitty, Alex, ran away and has not been seen for a week. My beloved daughter, Emily, and son-in-law Chris are en route to make their new home in Oregon. And, there is more.

Okay, yeah, the session last Saturday with Dr. Peebles was definitely different. And, for some people, a little weird. I think one person said it was like a three ring circus.

But, I knew it going in, and knew that my job is to surrender, and not block the magic.

So, you might be wondering what happened.

Well…a lot happened.

Nuff said?

(Okay, okay…I'll tell you.)

My fascination with lighthouses began many years ago in 2000. Little did I know the significance of my obsession, and the meaning it would have in terms of my work as a spiritual teacher.

In his teaching called "A Grain of Sand on the Shore of Love," Dr. Peebles illuminated the lighthouse symbol by saying, "Become like the lighthouse. Shine your light brightly, and guide others safely to the shore of love." Life, after all, is all about love. "Certainly it is a quest for love that you have embarked upon." Life is a journey to heart; a return into the fold of God's love.

I have developed my new website, using the lighthouse symbol that started it all. Some of you might recognize the green-gray lighthouse on my home page logo. It finally has that twinkle of light that I've wanted it to have for so many years. I thank my boyfriend, Don Sheer, for Photoshopping it so beautifully.

My intention in creating this website is to create a beautiful interactive spiritual playground for you to explore. If you look at the "Lecture Series'" in my mp3 Store and "Everything Else" store, you will find the first 15 minutes of all 29 Lectures available to you to "click 'n' play" right here on my website. If you enjoy these segments, I hope you will consider working with the Lecture Series' starting with Lecture #1. Where else can you receive over 100 hours of spiritual teachings for such a low price? It's like a portable workshop that you can attend over and over again.

I will be adding new videos and audio files on a regular basis, so please visit us often.(Check out Dr. Peebles' Scrapbook! Fun stuff!)

In 2004 I remember looking into the mirror as I was thinking about the lighthouses that I had acquired over the years, and I wondered, "Why am I so obsessed with lighthouses?" Then, to my surprise, my mouth blurted out, "Because I would really like to live in one again!" AGAIN? Whoa.

Well, with the advent of my new website, and the illumination of my lighthouse graphic, I feel as if I have come home. Welcome! I hope you enjoy your stay.

I don't know whether you have ever read the disclaimers and information regarding Private Sessions with Dr. Peebles. But, recently it came to my attention that there are some people who are mistaking a session with Dr. Peebles as being a psychic reading. If you read my disclaimer page, you will see "This is not a psychic reading."

That's not to say that Dr. Peebles won't be specific with you about details of your life, and even on occasion mention a name or two that you know about. It doesn't mean that Dr. Peebles is not prophetic. His "predictions" of 9/11, Katrina, numerous earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and a tsunami are pretty obvious indications that he knows what's coming up for us. He has also told people, "Go visit your mother NOW. She is about to pass away." And in so doing, he has provided people with the opportunity to finish up karmic relationships, say their goodbyes, make amends, and proceed with their lives with a clean and clear conscience.

Dr. Peebles never stops talking about Love. Love. Love. Love!

Recently I received a wonderful forwarded email from a client, and I'd like to post it here for your enjoyment:

A saint once asked his disciples, "Why do people shout at each other when they are upset?" His disciples thought for a while, and one of them said, ”Because we lose our calm, and we shout for that.” The saint replied, "Yes, but why the need to shout when the other person is just next to you?  Why is it not possible to speak with a soft voice when you are angry?” The disciples gave some creative answers which did not satisfy the saint.  Finally the saint explained to them, “When two people are angry at each other, their hearts are very distant. To cover that distance they must shout to hear each other. The angrier they are, the louder they need to become to reach across that great distance.” Then the saint added, “When two people are in love they talk softly because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is small so they only need to whisper, and they become even closer to each other in love. Finally they need not even whisper, they just look at each other in silence. That's how close two people are when they love each other.”

~Anonymous

LOVE YOU MORE! :)