Amber Marie Tuttle lived in rural England in the early 20th century. She was a mystic who wrote a book called The Works of Invisible Helpers. The book chronicles many accounts of psychic intervention by spiritual beings who have come to the assistance of living people.

Sometime in the mid 1980s, Tom became psychically aware of her and her book while talking to friends at his home in Rochester, NY. He mentioned aloud that he would like to see her book, meaning the original hand written volume which he imagined as large and leather bound. A few days later a letter arrived in the mail mentioning that it was understood he was interested in the book and that a copy could be had for $6.00. The return address showed it came from Lady Harmony of the Rainbow Coalition of Light in Sedona, Arizona.

The ‘old’ Tom Sawyer, before his NDE, had an attitude of dismissing anything psychic or new age as a bunch of “hocus pocus bullsh*t”. I wish I could capture his sarcastic vocals as he repeated, “Lady Harmony of the Rainbow Coalition? And what the heck is a Sedona, Arizona?”

But the new Tom was left with three questions: Who was “Lady Harmony”? How did she know he was interested in the book? And, how did she get his address? But, it was only $6.00. He sent the money in, expecting perhaps a small pamphlet. A week or so later a two-volume set of green hard cover books arrived in the mail. He then realized the $6.00 had only covered the cost of shipping – the books were free.

Thus begins a series of stories related to The Works of Invisible Helpers – and what they mean for you, today.


Lady Harmony

Tom enjoyed the books and championed them for some time without knowing anything more about who or where they came from. However, by 1989 he began receiving ‘spiritual guidance’ about his responsibility in ‘anchoring the Blue Light’ as he called it. He described that anchoring as a process by which the spiritual circuitry of the Earth would be completed. This was to be done by having a group of spiritually receptive individuals hold a series of prayer circles at various locations around the world. The first stop in that effort was to be Sedona, Arizona.

His friend Carol Scoville acted as a travel agent, arranging the trip which included a large group of friends. Arriving in Sedona they ventured off to hold prayer circles at various locations, called ‘energy vortexes’ which Sedona is well known for. Such energy vortexes are prolific in that area due to the large amount of crystalline fragments naturally occurring in the soil and aided by thousands of years of native American ceremonies.

Standing in the parking lot of a vortex called Airport Mesa, Tom suddenly turned around and pointed at the roof of a house a little below where he stood saying, “That’s Lady Harmony’s house.” He could not go see her right then but a visit was arranged soon after. Arriving at Lady Harmony’s house he was told she was in the hospital and her transition was near. A quick trip was made and he had the opportunity to share some time in her presence. As with many of his high spiritual communications he had trouble conveying the depth and fullness of it. But the tone of his few words, and the intensity of his emotional reactions, told us it was not only fulfilling for him but also a loving reminder of his spiritual responsibilities.


Invisible Helpers, a suicide averted

In her book, Ms. Tuttle had carefully written down her perceptions of instances of psychic intervention by spiritual, non-material beings. If you read her books today you may find she was remarkably perceptive but her descriptions of events were limited by her lack of education and her colloquial world view. Her entire life was spent in a small area of rural England.

One of the stories she wrote was about a man who hit his wife often. When he passed on, Ms. Tuttle’s perception was that he had to live on the other side with a grossly enlarged hand as a constant and embarrassing reminder of how poorly he had treated his wife. A more modern description, gleaned from NDEers and their life reviews, might include his experience of actually being his wife during their interactions and thereby experiencing the full physical and emotional impact of his treatment of her. Either description, having the grossly enlarged hand or experiencing it as if he was his wife, can be seen as an intense learning experience for him, his “human spirit” or “soul”.

If you choose to read her book you can see that you ought not take every word she writes as literal truth. Some amount of translation is helpful to see into the heart of the matter, the deeper inner lesson.

Now allow me to take a slight sidetrack. Barbara Harris Whitfield, another NDEer and friend of Tom’s, emailed me sometime in 2015 about a man I’ll call “Bob”. Barbara had been working with him as a counselor, attempting to dissuade him from committing suicide. She wasn’t satisfied with his progress so contacted me to see if I might remember something from Tom, who had passed on in 2007, which might help.

In his suicide attempt “Bob” had put his military pistol, loaded with military issue ammunition, to his head and pulled the trigger. The pistol misfired. He tried again. The pistol misfired a second time. He tried a third time and the pistol amazingly misfired a third time. He walked outside, aimed the pistol at the ground and pulled the trigger. It fired normally. This event caused him to consider what was happening on a much deeper level than he previously had, giving Barbara time to contact me.

I related to Barbara a story from “The Works of Invisible Helpers” of how spiritual beings or ‘helpers’ as they are called in the book had at one time interrupted the burning of gun powder, causing a gun to misfire to save someone’s life.

At the time I read the story I was skeptical that such a thing was possible. Could something or someone from a spiritual realm stop such a seemingly basic chemical reaction? I asked Tom about it. He gave me a massively intense look, slowly nodding, “Yes”. I found later there was good reason for him to be so intense on that point, but I will finish this story first.

Barbara relayed the story, and Tom’s validation of my question, to Bob who apparently received it well. Later on, she considered Bob to no longer be a candidate for suicide. Whew!


An Airplane Hijacking

Here is why Tom gave me such an intense look about the mis-firing gunpowder mentioned above. In 1985 Tom became aware of the hi-jacking of EgyptAir Flight 648 in the Middle East, enroute from Athens to Cairo. The hi-jackers were in control of the plane with all passengers and crew aboard. They diverted the plane to land in Malta. In his methodical, scientific way Tom had psychically searched the plane for receptive individuals through whom he might work; going first to the pilot, then the co-pilot, the navigator, the chief flight attendant, and so on finally working his way down through the passengers one at a time, by seat number.

He found one person who was praying, or ‘looking upward’ as he said it, asking for help. She was a young woman who was receptive to his gentle, calming suggestions. He kept telling her, “This will be terrible but remain calm. Be at ease. You will be fine.”

To pressure the authorities, the hi-jackers promised to kill one passenger every fifteen minutes until their demands were met. They began to do so. They would lead a passenger to the doorway, shoot them in the back of the head, then let them fall down the steps to the asphalt below.

One of the women had been shot and fell to the asphalt, but was not dead. She groaned and moved a little so one of the hi-jackers ran down the stairs and shot her again.

They eventually got to the young woman with whom Tom had been speaking. He continued to reassure her that she would be fine. The gun partially misfired. The gunpowder in the shell did not burn with full force. The bullet struck her in the back of the head, lodging in the bone of her skull. Some bone fragments did penetrate her brain tissue but the bullet itself did not enter her brain cavity. It remained as a plug, limiting her bleeding.

The stand-off with the hi-jackers lasted five hours. She laid on the asphalt among the dead bodies with Tom’s continual reassurances, “Everything will be ok. Just lay still. Don’t move.”

What was Tom physically doing during that time? I don’t know what time of day he became aware of the event but he went to work. Being the foreman of a highway department work crew, he could assign jobs as required. He took the lowliest, simplest job to be done that day, spreading gravel with a rake and shovel. Later on, while talking about the event he mentioned how that gravel was probably the most loved gravel there has ever been.

In such a situation, where a person’s consciousness needs to be in two places at the same time, it requires being absolutely loving toward the situation you are aware of, and be absolutely loving in the place where your body is located. He specifically chose the simple, lowly job of spreading gravel because it would be the least distraction from the hijacking. So the gravel was ‘loved’ as he worked.

The stand-off ended when Egyptian commandoes stormed the aircraft. Fifty-six passengers, two hijackers, and two crew members died that day.

The young woman made a nearly full recovery from her injury. While the bullet lodged in her skull to prevent massive bleeding it also blew bone fragments into her brain, causing neurological problems. She had been a teacher of children with developmental disabilities. After the event she was not only spiritually enhanced but was also a better teacher from having had to deal with her own difficulties.

Some years after the event Tom was asked to appear on the Phil Donahue show. He was to be a member of a panel of near-death experiencers answering questions from the host and the studio audience. Arriving in the hotel before the show he found that the young woman from the hi-jacking event was also on the panel. This, of all things, made Tom nervous. He was concerned that she might recognize him as the person who was talking to her during the hi-jacking and that it might be disturbing to her in some way.

There was a comical moment in the hotel lobby when Tom spotted the young woman entering the hotel. He quickly jumped behind a column and cartoonishly slid around behind the column as she passed by, so as not to be seen by her. It was his wish to avoid her, to avoid being recognized. The sweet irony of the event came when the director placed him in a chair on stage, then seated the young woman right next to him.

The show went well. She did not recognize Tom at all. When asked about the hi-jacking she simply replied that she kept thinking to herself, “Everything will be ok. Just lay still. Don’t move.” She was a bit nervous and not used to being on television with all the lights, cameras, and people moving around. At the beginning of the show there was a quick shot of Tom sitting there holding her hand, helping her through that difficult moment as well.


Crossing the veil

This story is a bit more difficult to recount because it involves me personally. More than once I have found myself responding to a calling during the dream state. I dearly wish I could describe to you how I would ‘hear the call’ or be in the necessary spiritual state to answer it. But so far, I have no idea how that came to be nor why it has not happened more often.

However, this is my best attempt at describing what I experienced being a guide while helping a child cross the veil, the transitionary period from life to the Light, or the Light of God. It may sound too fantastic or sensational, as if I’m making it up just for attention. I can only say that it is not the case. I have held back from telling this for years just because it sounds like too much. Yet, I hold the hope that this may be a comfort to those who may be grieving and perhaps a call to engagement for others.

Each time it occurred was during the dream state. I am using the term ‘dream state’ to mean not simply dreaming normal dreams but a state beyond typical waking consciousness. Such ‘dreams’ often feel more real than physical reality. It is a state in which you are operating at a very high spiritual level.

It was as if I heard a child cry out, a lost, confused child, wondering what was happening to it. I voluntarily went to the child, more floating than walking since I had no sense of having a body. As I approached, I was able to adjust myself in a way which the child found comforting, calming and welcoming. I was not adjusting any physical form. I was adjusting my ‘higher self’, or my ‘energy’ to match what the child needed.

You may have heard stories of near-death experiencers encountering angels who changed shape, size, or colors of robes as their meeting went along. I will state here, I don’t feel they were changing their physicality. They were changing their energy which was then perceived as physicality by the experiencer. Our brains are bombarded with imagery from birth, so we become deeply accustomed to perceive in that manner. We strongly tend to turn feelings and energy into material imagery. It is a human foible.

Now, being in that high spiritual state allows instantaneous knowing of any necessary adjustments because you are not encumbered with the limitations of human psychology and it’s endless run of desires, justifications and judgements.

So, with the child more at ease and feeling welcomed, I took their ‘hand’ so to speak. There was no accompanying physical imagery but a connection had been made. The child had moved from feeling lost and confused to feeling calm, welcomed, joyful, and at ease with a new friend.

This is an essential transformation for the child. Their energy, their aura, their vibration, whatever you wish to call it, needs to be upgraded, enhanced or purified so they can move on. Please choose your own wording here, but I hope you get the idea. They are transitioning from material life with all of its possible pains, loneliness, and disappointments to the intense beauty of the spiritual realms. It is a huge difference and best not entered into while carrying the many distractions which are born of fear and trepidation.

Now, with the child at ease, the vibrational distance from the immediate ending of physical life to the Light itself needs to be negotiated. There was a sense of turning around, of turning away from what was toward what was yet to be. During this middle part of the transition the child and I transformed together. It is an essential transformation. It is the purifying of one’s energy in order to approach the Divine.

And yes, we both had to transform. The child and I were approaching together. I could not have accompanied the child without purifying myself as well. This is a very natural and beautiful transition to make. It is about going home, returning to Source, the central desire of all souls. I am incapable of describing the emotion of that approach, nor the naturalness of the purifying, the only English word which applies is ineffable, meaning beyond words. I have to apologize, but there is no way to describe it with language which is derived from material, human existence.

The final step occurs when the child has purified enough to recognize where it is going and wants to go on, into the Light. The child’s attachments have moved from physical life, to me, to a desire to enter the Light itself. Now it is time for me to let go. The only analogy I can think of is raising a child on Earth who then moves on to be a successful adult which, as beautiful and difficult as it is, simply does not come close. We run into the word ineffable again.

The situation is beautiful beyond words, but I go no further with the child. It’s not my place to enter the Light yet. I run out of superlatives, no matter how many orders of magnitude you can imagine, to describe the beauty of fulfilling such a task.

Then it ends.

I am back in human psychology, Earth level energy, sobbing like a small child myself for no longer having what and where I’d just been, while also feeling intensely honored and humbled.

I imagine there is a similar scenario taking place in post-partum depression. A woman is spiritually enhanced for the purpose of bringing life into the world over the course of nine months, then the enhancement is gone. Having never given birth myself it’s only a guess, but I recognize a sense of loss.

All of this is not to say, “Look at me being a great healer and spiritual guide, what a wonder I am.” Nor is it to sensationalize Tom Sawyer and the many stories about him. Quite the opposite. It’s not about him or I at all. It is to say this level of spiritual assistance is available to living people. Which is to say, “You can do this too.” You don’t need an NDE. You can do this with love.

Tom had said that at the time Ms. Tuttle wrote her book it was appropriate for people to know about ‘invisible helpers’ assisting humankind. But once, after a lengthy talk about the book, he turned to the audience and announced, “Now is the time for ‘visible helpers’ to be at work.” The implication being that there are people living today who have the potential to do the same kind of work the ”invisible helpers” have done. The same kind of work he had done as a ‘visible helper’ himself for the young woman during the hi-jacking. The same kind of work I experienced as a guide to small children.

It can be done. It can be done by love.