Annie Wilder Interview with Jim Willis, author of The Quantum Akashic Field

AW: Tell us about yourself ~ where do live, what do you do for work and for fun? 

JW: I’m now at that delightful time of life when I can work for fun. Because I’m a writer, my work is my fun. It’s never a chore. It’s what I look forward to doing every day. A few years ago I took a bicycle trip down the length of the Savannah River, from the source to the sea. It was fun. But then I wrote a book about it called Savannah: A Bicycle Journey Through Space and Time. That was more fun than the trip itself. 

AW: What led you to write The Quantum Akashic Field

JW: That was another example of fun coinciding with work. For many years I had been skeptical of folks who dowsed for water with rods or pendulums. I thought it was all poppycock. Nonetheless, one day I decided to try it myself. Why? I don’t have the faintest idea. One moment I was a skeptic. The next, I wanted to try it.

I went to the local hardware store, got some solid copper wire in the heaviest gauge I could get, cut it into two 18-inch pieces, bent them into a shape roughly like the letter “L,” and went from there. In front of my house I took the step that has probably changed my life forever. One step — nothing. Another step — the rods suddenly crossed, all by themselves. I asked whatever “Powers That Be” if I had found an underground stream. But no, when I stepped onto the area with water on my mind, nothing happened. The only way I could get the rods to move by themselves was to concentrate on earth energy.

I had, in fact, discovered a ley line, or what is now called an Energy Lay. Once the ice was broken — the skeptic converted, so to speak — the sky became the limit. Over and over again, with expanding confidence, I discovered that there was almost no limit to what I could discover about the “magical” outdoors that I had lived in all my life. I also discovered what I soon labeled a spiritual presence that I could actually commune with. 

In effect, without realizing it, I had stumbled by accident into the Quantum Akashic Field of potential and possibility. Once I discovered it and began to explore, I knew I had to write a book about the experience.

AW: In The Quantum Akashic Field, you state: “Unseen worlds glimpsed in dreams and visions comprise the very realms, spruced up with newly minted scientific vocabulary, that shamans, dowsers, and mystics have been exploring for thousands of years.” 

What was your first experience with the quantum Akashic field? What was (one of) your most dramatic or meaningful experience(s)?

JW: Shortly after I detected a specific spiritual realm through dowsing I began to practice conscious meditation with the intention of engaging out of body experiences. I wanted to explore this world and knew I couldn’t do it while fenced in by my physical senses. Although I had been a minister all my adult life I really never had practiced an intentional prayer life. That sounds strange to most people. They just expect clergy to be people of prayer. But it’s not the case. Clergy are no different from other people. They’re busy and always planning the next activity. But I had retired just for this reason. My first OBE, even though I had been seeking just such an experience, came as a surprise. After a lot of practice I eventually experienced what I call my initiation. I write about it the book. Here’s an edited version:

“I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling wide awake. I decided to meditate in the quiet of early, early morning. Almost right away I felt my consciousness separate from my body and float free … I found myself standing, perhaps even hovering, over the rock below our back porch, where two lines of earth energy intersect … Suddenly I was bathed in all the colors of the rainbow. I saw my astral body as if I was standing off to the side while still being present in it … My feet were rooted to the ground … They plunged into the soil, but my legs consisted of many different colors. It was the same with my head. It was connected to the sky, seemingly turning to colors that just went up and up.  

“I hung suspended in space, a body of rainbow light and color “connected” to the four points of the compass and the four places of power, above and below, left and right .. I was in the posture of crucifixion, and can only assume that Spirit took the familiar image of the cross to use as a metaphor that I would understand.

“I saw a line of male shamans on my right and female shamans on my left, two long, single lines of people, each carrying a goblet (dare I say “grail,” or perhaps “cup?”) filled with a boiling hot, very frightening, steaming, vial of liquid. They approached me with faces that were resigned but somehow loving. “Tough love,” certainly, but loving. They seemed to say, “What must be done will be done.”

“With that, they began to pour the contents of those hot, boiling, vile, (“sinful” seems to be the word that best fits) goblets of fiery liquid into me. Somehow I wasn’t afraid, but waited for the pain to begin.

“It never did! It didn’t hurt. There was no pain. Instead, I took the dark liquid into myself and somehow transformed it into light. The more they poured, the brighter and more brilliant became the light. It was Alchemy—turning lead into gold. I had, in the words of Christianity, taken into myself the sins of the world, and turned it into glorious light. I had accepted the hurt and pain and turned it into blessing. 

“I will never think about biblical crucifixion in the same way again.” 

There was more, but that’s enough for you to get the idea.

AW: Can anyone learn to explore this realm? Is it safe? What are the benefits of opening one’s perception on this way? 

JW: I’ve very rarely had a negative experience. Usually I don’t want to come back. But I’ve never used any chemical substances either, where I might have a quicker, easier journey, but without control. In meditation you can always snap back into your body whenever you want. As for the practical benefits, once you move into perfect peace and unconditional love, you lose your fear of death. After all, what is there to fear about going to a place you can’t wait to get to?

AW: I love it that this book contains snippets of your journal entries as you started down this path of spiritual exploration. Can you share just one example of the impact of your spiritual exploration and OBEs on your physical world/everyday life? 

JW: When I retired from ministry, I never intended to give God a rest. Like Jacob of old I wanted to wrestle with God,saying, “I will not let you go until you bless me!” They say confession is good for the soul, so I have a confession to make. I’ve never found anyone who I consider to be a saint, in the general sense of the word. Catholics elevate people to sainthood, and the theology of Protestantism considers all Christians to be saints, but that’s not how I’m using the word here. What I mean is that although I’ve met many, many people who claim they have figured it all out — many, many people who say they know “the way” — none of them have ever stood up to close scrutiny. Without exception they have not experienced God in the way I was looking for. I wasn’t seeking some hope based on prayer and coincidence or a reasoned explanation about why we must “live by faith and not by sight.” I wanted to experience the Holy. If God could condescend to speak to Abraham, Jacob and Isaac, I figured God ought to be able to talk to me as well. That’s why my wife and retired to the woods. We weren’t moving away from something. We were moving toward something. We built the home we now live in, expecting to spend one year in seclusion. So far, it’s now been more than ten. Days go by when we don’t see or hear anybody. Our spiritual retreat was deliberate. And it’s been successful. I’d love to report that we live in constant bliss. But that’s simply not the case. If anything, sometimes it makes things more difficult. The aches and pains of a body growing older with each passing year and the confusion of the world outside our gate don’t offer much incentive to the peace and love we find in The Akashic perception realm. Sometimes I get homesick and want to cross over. But that time will come. Until then, I am content. 

AW: In your journal entries, you share some of the vivid and lucid dreams you experienced and some of the helpful dream messages and guidance  you experienced. Are OBE’s and lucid dreams different aspects of the same phenomena?

JW: Yes. But that answer comes with a caveat. Language is a barrier when it comes to talking about spirituality, OBEs, and the Quantum Akashic Field. It was designed to describe things on this side of the fence. Over there, you can never say, “This is how things are.” The best you can do is say, “This is the way things seem.” I’ve discovered, having been a systematic theologian for much of my life, that I like things neat, square, and circumscribed in tight little boxes. But it doesn’t work that way. It’s very frustrating for a writer to say that words don’t always work, but that’s the reality.

AW: Are guides and guardians present/more easily perceived in the quantum Akashic realm? If so, what is their role? 

JW: I think spirit guides are always present. It’s just that we don’t usually perceive them. We spend most of our time stuck in a materialistic perception realm. We experience this realm through the five senses, guided by an intellect that has been trained over the course of a lifetime to explain what we perceive. We call this reality. But it’s probably more accurate to call it a self-conjured bubble. Reality is a lot bigger than our perception of it. The Bible talks about “unseen angels.” In my experience, that’s pretty close to the truth. Some of these entities are interested in us. Some even attach themselves to us. I doubt we could get through life without them, but we are usually unaware of their presence. I have also come to believe that some of these entities are a residual energy we leave behind when we come here to live our material life. In effect, they are “us” on the other side. 

AW: Tell us a bit about Sobuko, who you dedicated this book to.

JW: Soon after I began dowsing I became aware of such an entity. He is me/not me on the other side of the perception fence. Soon after I learned how to communicate with him using yes and no questions with my dowsing rods, the name Sobuko came to me in a waking dream and just stuck. I became convinced that was what I should call him. I have no idea what the name means, and I’ve searched really hard. Surprisingly, as I relate in the book, my wife has heard him when I channel his presence. But whenever that has happened, I am not afterwards aware what he has said. I learn about it only because Barb writes it down to read it to me when I “return to my senses.” As far as I know during those experiences, nothing has happened. I’m always surprised. Once, my daughter Jan was even able to record it. That’s probably a good thing. Otherwise I sometimes wonder if they’re just playing a trick on me, even though I know they would never joke about something like this. He appears to me to be an incredibly ancient Indian who once lived on the spot of ground where we now live. I’m aware of the fact that might just be an image my mind has conjured up to help me relate to an otherworldly entity, but I feel sure that when I die he will be the first to greet me on the other side. I’ve written a whole book about Sobuko that I hope will one day be able to express the depths of my gratitude to him. I feel like it’s the most important book I’ve ever written. 

AW: Anything else you’d like to add?

JW: Near the end of my life, I finally became convinced, through a long, involved process that I fought every step of the way, that our “higher self” — or perhaps “soul” is a better word — consists of nonmaterial energy that is connected to the material body, and that has taken on the “stuff” of matter for a while here on Earth. I also believe this incarnation happens for a purpose that has to do with interacting with the material universe, and is probably some kind of school. Here, while experiencing the illusion of separateness, we learn about the nature of this reality in a way we could never learn if we remained united back in the One. This is just a writer’s lengthy way of saying we have a purposeful life to lead. Make it count!

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Halloween Interview ~ Tom Barnard Podcast

Posting from the end of the quietest October I’ve had in years, event-wise. I miss the excitement and energy of the usual October haunted teas, tours, and spirit message circles. And I miss connecting with the bittersweet energy of fall and the season’s awakened and attentive spirit world. Next year, I sincerely hope to be back with my Haunted Teas and Spirited Schoolhouse events.

As part of my sabbatical, I have not done any radio or podcast interviews since late 2016. I’m making an exception tomorrow, on Halloween, because the request came in from a friend to tell some of my scariest true stories from my house and (I think) from my Trucker Ghost Stories book on the Tom Barnard Podcast.

I’ll be on Tom Barnard’s show at 1:35 PM CST, tomorrow (Halloween) for 15 or 20 minutes. You can listen to it at the link below. (Go to October 31, 2018, Annie Wilder interview via the calendar or episode guide/archives.)

New TV Show Looking for Truckers Who Are Paranormal Investigators


Thank you all for the kind words and support regarding my awesome dad. I wish everyone could have had the chance to meet him; without giving such matters a thought, he inspired most everyone he came into contact with his down-to-earth honesty, old-school integrity, farmer work ethic, and sense of humor.

Posting today also about the TV show producer who contacted me recently regarding a new show from the people behind PARANORMAL STATE (one of my favorite paranormal shows). They are looking for truckers who like to investigate paranormal places and mysteries in their spare time to feature in (if I understand correctly) a pilot program for the network.

I may be doing some commentary on the program ~ still exploring that with the producer. Will keep you posted.

I’ll be contacting some of my trucker friends privately but want to say to my friend Sandi Aldershof that I wish Terry were still with us ~ he would be perfect. Also want to give a shout out to my friend Stan at Trucker Radio (maybe commentary and getting the word out?) and my trucker friends Gary Gillespie, author of CHRONICLES OF THE UNEXPLAINED and Trucker Sue~ any interest in giving this a shot?

Please help spread the word if you know of any truckers who might be what the show is looking for. And let me know if you know of someone and I’ll also email the producer. Thanks!

Fall Equinox 2018: Saying Goodbye to My Dad

I’m writing to wish everyone a beautiful fall equinox ~ as you can see from the photos below, it’s perfect fall day in Hastings, with the brilliant blue sunshine of September, warm but with a tinge of autumn’s sharp coolness in the breeze.

The equinoxes are a time to reflect on the idea/ideal of balance and take stock of our lives ~ to think about what has unfolded in the past six months, and what our dreams are for the next half of the year (and beyond). Since my sun sign is Libra, balance is one of the qualities that resonates most with me. But balance has been tough to come by in the past two years as I, along with my family, have weathered some big challenges and losses.

Dudley is doing well ~ well enough that I had four spirit message circle events lined up through Annie Wilder’s Spirited Schoolhouse. (I had not yet started promoting the events, but my sincere apologies to those who had hoped to attend a spirited event this fall.)

What happened was that my dad, a Montana farmer at heart ~ who I love and admire in a million ways and who has been instrumental in my life and sensibility ~ got very sick this summer after completing chemo. It turned out the cancer had returned ~ and he chose not to fight it anymore. (He had already beat cancer three times ~ we know how fortunate we were to have him in our life, feeling strong and well, for an extra several years.) We didn’t know how much time my dad had left or what would be happening with his health this fall, so I decided not to host any spirited events at my house.

My mom and siblings and I, along with the grandkids, cared for my dad at home, where he was surrounded by love, cared for by family, and close to the land and fields that he had plowed, planted, and harvested for 40 years. He passed away last week.

I hope and believe my dad will visit me and I talk to him every day, but my sadness is still pretty raw and raggedy. Being strong and taking care of the work that needs to be done is one of the ways I can honor my dad.

I was contacted by a TV producer while my dad was sick. She got in touch again last week ~ I will be posting about her new show and why I’m involved in the next few days.

Last note: in the past year, adding new flowers and garden spots to our yard has been a source of joy and satisfaction for me. In a small way, I feel this also honors my dad’s legacy of working with and caring for the land; of growing things and participating in the small miracle of seeds becoming flowers or oats or hay or wheat.

Sara Wiseman’s book ~ Messages from the Divine

I am thrilled to announce that my friend and Annie Wilder Literary Agency client Sara Wiseman’s book “Messages from the Divine,” is being released today* from Atria/Beyond Words (Simon and Schuster).

Sara is an award-winning author and a lovely person in every way. Her books are uplifting and empowering, offering clear, simple ways for people to tune into the divine guidance that is always there for us.

Reading Sara’s manuscript for “Messages from the Divine” last year (during one of the toughest periods in my life) inspired a genuine sense of hope and strength ~ I love this book and believe it is a powerful tool for transformation.

You can find out more on Sara’s website.


Congratulations, Sara!






(*Posted on Facebook May 15, 2018. Posting it on my blog for the first now.)  

Ghost Box

Very pleased with this St. Paul Pioneer Press front page review of GHOST BOX, a true account written by Chris and Paulette Moon.










Chris and Paulette are my friends as well as Annie Wilder Literary Agency clients.












(This review ran in 2017. Posting it on my blog for the first time now.) Article about My House and Living with Spirits ran a great article about my house and the spirits that I hope you’ll enjoy. If you do, please consider sharing it as well. (I’m so revved about this; I was honored that they asked and the editor, Lauren Smith, was wonderful to work with.)

(This article ran in 2017. Posting it on my blog for the first time now.)


Spirit Story: Part 1


As promised, here’s a spirit story from our past year. There are many, so I’m going to start with the first one.

(Some context: Dudley had already had the small stroke with no aftereffects in July 2016, but had not yet had the severe stroke, which happened in October.)

One night in September 2016, I had a strong feeling that Leon wanted to communicate with Dudley. (I’ve never had this impression before, even though Dudley and Leon respect one another and Dudley did see Leon once, right after we started going out.)

Dudley was on his way to bed but I convinced him to sit down in the living room with me while I lit a candle and let Leon know we were listening. After about 10 minutes of waiting, we heard nothing (thought I felt Leon’s presence) so I thanked Leon for his help with the house and Dudley went up to bed.

The next morning, Dudley, who always got up before me, came upstairs as soon as I got out of bed. He asked if I had heard anything the night before. I told him I had not. He said that his mom, who had passed away a year or two earlier, had called his name in the night, and that her voice had the strength and volume that it did when she was young. Her voice was so clear and strong that he sat up in bed, fully expecting to see his mom in the hallway. But he saw nothing.

The other really cool aspect of the experience was that for the first time in many years, Dudley woke up with no aches and pains. We hoped that the healing effect was permanent ~ it wasn’t ~ but it did last for several days after his mom’s visit.

Later that day, we realized that it was either his mom’s birthday or his sister’s birthday. (Their birthdays are one day apart.) I wrote a note to myself about the visit, but didn’t write the date ~ I wish I had done so, but maybe it doesn’t matter, as the help and support we’ve gotten over the past year from both Dudley’s mom and his sister ~ foreshadowed in dreams and confirmed in spirit visits ~ have been invaluable.

I’ll continue this story in another post.

(Posted October 2018.)

Unexpected Turn in the Path

I have been absent from this blog and most of social media since mid-October when the path of my life took an unexpected turn ~ my love and mate Dudley suffered a stroke that nearly ended his life. Dudley and I (and our tribe of family and friends) have spent the past three months focusing on his well-being and healing.

I had alluded in a Facebook post last August 14 to a health crisis that Dudley experienced that we considered a gift ~ because it made us aware of how precious our time together was. It also inspired us to re-commit to slowing down, savoring life, and enjoying one another’s company.

Out of respect for Dudley’s privacy, I didn’t share the details of last summer’s health crisis. Now, it seems fitting to do so, as the impact of both strokes on our lives is significant. Dudley had a small stroke last July. He had just passed the critical 90-day mark from the July stroke, complete with scans and tests and a thumbs-up from his neurologist, the day before he had the really severe stroke in October. He has been in hospitals and rehab centers ever since, working on regaining strength and mobility. He is not yet back home, but that is the next milestone that we’re working on.

An unexpected and powerful gift of this experience has been the incredible outpouring of love, support, and practical help from family, friends, neighbors and even strangers ~ people with whom I’ve dealt to take care of Dudley’s many business concerns. The kindness and goodness of people has added a transformative element to an otherwise hard experience.

I have decided to take a sabbatical in 2017 from offering events, tours, and investigations in order to focus on Dudley and his healing. 

I hope and expect to be back with a full schedule of Annie Wilder’s Haunted Tea Parties and Spirited Schoolhouse events in 2018.

This was a difficult decision to make in many ways, as I love hosting events and I am proud of both my haunted tea parties and the Spirited Schoolhouse events.  (And, want to say, it feels really good to be connecting energetically with friends of my blog and Facebook page again.) 

I decided last year to close the door on Inkswiggler, my editing and publishing consulting business, and am happy to refer all editing and ghostwriting inquiries to my mega-talented friend Sally McGraw.

I am keeping the Annie Wilder Literary Agency in place.

And, I am continuing to work on my next book, a follow-up to House of Spirit and Whispers.

And in case you’re wondering about the spirits ~ I alluded earlier to the kindness of people in our lives. The spirits gathered round, too, after Dudley’s stroke; I felt their presence nearly constantly in the first weeks especially, when Dudley’s health was most precarious. Dudley came to see me in a dream on his first night in the ICU. We both remember this. (He was not often conscious for more than a few moments at a time in the first few weeks in ICU.) Dudley’s energy or spirit also visited our house in the first week or after the stroke to offer some familiar help. I will write about these experiences and other powerful and comforting mystical experiences that occurred during Dudley’s recovery in another post.

Watch for new posts around the time of the new moon each month, as a theme for our household this year is renewal and hope.

(Posted January 2017)

Fall Equinox 2016 ~ Taking Stock

Happy Equinox, everyone! Saw an industrious spider spinning her web in last night’s wild wind and was impressed by her determination.

The Equinox, a time of balance, is a perfect time to reflect, take stock, and see what to keep and what to release from one’s life.

After working hard this spring on remodeling projects, much of my time this summer was spent on literary agenting work and family events/endeavors ~ both are important to me and, despite being very busy, it has been, overall, an enjoyable and satisfying year. One family project that I feel really good about was getting all of our family movies and videos from the 1950s, 60s and 70s digitized. I had DVDs made as well. I’ve been trying to get things taken care of that have been “on my list” for awhile ~ maybe it’s my age. 

One thing I decided to release from my life is my editing work and my editing business, Inkswiggler Editing and Publishing Consults. This will free up more time for both my own writing (very happy about this!) and my agenting work. I will be referring all editing requests to my longtime friend and colleague, the immensely talented Sally McGraw. Still in the works for this year: freeing up more leisure time to spend with Dudley, especially traveling and outdoor excursions like kayaking and canoeing.

#anniewilder #autumn #equinox #spiderwork

(Posted January 2017)