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Testimonials From Beyond The Veil
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"MAD AT GOD!" by Richie Burriesci
Gary Glenn Grunau
This story goes back 65 years.  
My father use to tell it and as we all know he was as atheist. My parents were at the beach and he was swimming. All of sudden he was struggling to stay afloat. He said he floated to the top and looked beneath the water and saw his body below him. He thought about my mother sitting on the beach with Gloria and I and struggled to get back. Obviously he made it. But he always talked about seeing his body below him.

And Now A Testimonial From Keith Van Allen ...
A few days before Dad died, I had wanted to take one more picture of him, but somehow in the stillness of his room it seemed too obtrusive, so I took my sketch pad when I saw him posing so strongly for me. He was suddenly fascinated with the ceiling up at the corner of the wall. He wouldn't take his eyes off it. He'd done that once before years before in the hospital when he had a big operation and he saw a whole "bunch of strange people" looking at him from out of the clothes cabinet. Now as he neared his passing, he was definitely I feel looking as he often said, "beyond this veil of tears". Dad was a wonderful man who people never forgot; talented, funny, always speaking in a language of jokes, he could be wild and goofy but was serious too, unerringly fair and honest and always there for people. He was a natural teacher, storyteller, a painter, a poet and a real servant of the community, who helped found a rescue squad and a church and he taught all the first aid instructors in Chesterfield County and with faith like a rock. I often thought of him as a perfect guy to play St. Peter. We often did portraits or cartoons for each other, so when I showed him this my last drawing for him, he nodded approval and went to sleep. The expression on his face in case you're concerned is not sad, it's inspired concentration as he beholds with wonder "the undiscovered country" beyond the veil. Keith Van Allen

Dad came to me in a very funny dream other night making me laugh, I had to hold him up as usual but I took him roaming to the park and sliding down hills with him trying to find my dog,things we loved , and he kept dropping all these shoes and glasses and shoe boxes I had to pick up ,more and more, and finally realized he could walk without me. I think he was trying to make me relax and laugh from all the stuff Ive been through with Mom. He's appeared in many dreams to me, usually not talking but acting things out in pantomime. Right after his death he appeared healthy the way I knew him and I helped him ring the bell for his own funeral sort of, which refered to a fun thing we did together for the funeral of our family friend Mrs. Pettway. It was out in the open by a flag pole sort of like a veterans place .Here recently he's been appearing as the goofy stroke victim he often was, while Mom (who's now in bed a stroke victim at almost 100) appears young and healthy as she was when I was growing up, always beautiful. We always openly talked about death in a gentle and kindly way as a friend.I've been wanting a cat to pet and one just adopted me from the back yard. Other night he was in the bed enjoying the cat butting up against his head as many Van allen cats have done.It's a good little cat that helps me relax.Thought of calling him Butthead as a joke ,but have decided to be more respectful and call him "Ghost" Dad sends me funny leaves sometimes with amazing faces in them which Ive posted on Facebook. He wrote some beautiful poems about leaves. I've kept a piece of slate he wrote on before his stroke "The ghostly hand writes and is gone" I think it says. Anyway I guess what I'm driving at is he ain't gone, just gone away and still comes 'round but not to stay!

THE ROUND TABLE has become a forum of testimonials of supernatural experiences dealing specifically with visions of loved ones who died and some NDE's (Near Death Experiences) in almost all cases helping all of us with the same ultimate destination, many fearing it, find hope and solace by these endearing testimonies of common folks. There will be three different icons that will denote to our visitors whether it is a VIDEO, AUDIO or a DOCUMENT. The visitor to our website will simply click the icon to see, hear or read the testimony given by the actual person. Ergo, people like you and me simply email a personal video or such to: which will be immediately forwarded to: in care of Gary Glenn Grunau to choose to be posted on:
Richie Burriesci's current YouTube video "MAD AT GOD!" was the catalyst for this endeavor.
Postings will be at our discretion. By no means is this venture limited to the Christian faith. Many faiths believe in life beyond the grave and experienced such phenomenon including pagans and atheists.
and now a word from  our moderator and the Guardian of the Keys ...
MORTALITY by Richard C. Burriesci

Death does not abase the boastful soul however, the process of growing old gnaws insidiously at the core of its life-force making the elderly prisoners of our earthly temples! Death is the great equalizer that pars the regal with the vagabond for both turn to decay and dust in the grave. Death is immune to oppression that overwhelms so many in life's journey. The physical body deteriorates before the mirror as one approaches a mere half century old whereas the trees reach regal stature at this junction. The human mind is well aware of this metaphorical hijacking. Another score and ten most will not remember this kidnapping of soul. For those who reach the golden years are companions of pain and disfunction. Children do not believe you when you tell them that you too were once young like them even if you show them photographs. You hardly believe it yourself! The mirror rarely lies and when naked the senior citizen seldom comes to terms. We are dying while the heart still beats and many fear its contemplation. Too few escape this mortal journey. We know our soul is ageless and our brain strives to be active and young in our thoughts and action. In almost all cases wisdom comes with aging as our hair falls out and turns white with what is left of it. Wisdom tells us that with our death we will be young again!
"About ten days ago, I retired very late. I had been up waiting for important dispatches from the front. I could not have been long in bed when I fell into a slumber, for I was weary. I soon began to dream. There seemed to be a death-like stillness about me. Then I heard subdued sobs, as if a number of people were weeping. I thought I left my bed and wandered downstairs. There the silence was broken by the same pitiful sobbing, but the mourners were invisible. I went from room to room; no living person was in sight, but the same mournful sounds of distress met me as I passed along. I saw light in all the rooms; every object was familiar to me; but where were all the people who were grieving as if their hearts would break? I was puzzled and alarmed. What could be the meaning of all this? Determined to find the cause of a state of things so mysterious and so shocking, I kept on until I arrived at the East Room, which I entered. There I met with a sickening surprise. Before me was a catafalque, on which rested a corpse wrapped in funeral vestments. Around it were stationed soldiers who were acting as guards; and there was a throng of people, gazing mournfully upon the corpse, whose face was covered, others weeping pitifully. 'Who is dead in the White House?' I demanded of one of the soldiers, 'The President,' was his answer; 'he was killed by an assassin.' Then came a loud burst of grief from the crowd, which woke me from my dream. I slept no more that night; and although it was only a dream, I have been strangely annoyed by it ever since."

by Gary Glenn Grunau
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