Spirited Stories From Helene Hadsell

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When the Veil Thins: A Few Spooky Stories from Helene Hadsell

Last year, I shared five stories of Helene and her glimpses into other dimensions. It felt right to reshare those tales this All Hallows’ Eve, when the veil feels a little thinner.

Below are the highlights — not the whole chapters or the complete tales. I won’t retell all her stories here; I’ll highlight the key points. If you want to read the full stories, and you should, click the title or watch the video.

NOTE: Some are blogs. Others are book excerpts.

What I shared

1. The Secret I Never Told Grandma

A six-year-old Helene watches something extraordinary at her grandfather’s deathbed — people appear, take him through a wall, and the “Grandpa on the bed” is left behind. It’s a child’s eyewitness account that made Helene wonder about other dimensions and guardian presences for the rest of her life. It’s tender, eerie, and totally Helene.

2. The Messenger / The Saintly Visitor

At about age fifteen, while gravely ill, a luminous young man appears at the foot of Helene’s bed and tells her: “You’re not done. You’ll heal and you’ll write so others can learn.” She wakes healed — and decades later, that same “messenger” returns to prompt her to write The Name It & Claim It Game. That encounter is the thread that runs through much of her work: purpose, service, and reassurance from the soul-dimension.

3. Painting the Messenger

When the messenger urged her to create, Helene went from sketches to a large, powerful panel painting — made from household materials, painted as if lightning had struck. That panel hung in her home where she taught. It’s proof of how inspiration can move us to do more than we thought possible.

NOTE: I now have the painting. As it was painted on wood, it was being pressed to keep it from warping. One day, it will hang in my home.

4. Teachers from the Soul Dimension (Paul Twitchell & more)

Helene’s life intersected with that of other metaphysical teachers, including Paul Twitchell and Jose Silva. Paul once appeared in her home, and conversations led to profound insights on a soul level; those meetings helped shape her understanding of soul travel, teachers, and unseen guides. I scanned and uploaded one of Paul’s letters for you to read.

5. The Strasbough Church Ghost Story

Nine-year-old Helene and friends explore an old prairie church and have a bone-shivering experience: organ music, moans, and candles crashing. It’s equal parts hilarious and hair-raising. A childhood memory she tells with both delight and a wink. She called it wishcraft, not witchcraft — always careful how she framed things so people would actually read her.

Why these stories matter to me (and maybe to you)

Helene used prize-winning stories as a digestible way to teach metaphysical principles — but she also recorded raw, personal encounters with the other side. These stories expand what most people think of as just a biography; they reveal a woman who lived with channels open to guidance, humor, and service.

I don’t claim to see into the soul dimension — I’m a writer, publisher, teacher, and connector. However, because Helene could, it opened doors that allowed me to republish her work, share the missing chapters, and keep her legacy alive. That’s the mission I love.

 

Tell me your story

Have you ever experienced something that nudged you toward your purpose? A dream that felt like a mission statement? A random meeting that turned into a lifetime assignment? Leave a comment below — I’d love to hear it.

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About the Author: Carolyn Wilman

Carolyn Wilman began her writing journey as the Contest Queen teaching others how to master the art of sweepstaking. As you must believe you are a winner before you are, becoming a re-publisher of out-of-print mindset and metaphysical books and teaching a new generation was a natural next step. Carolyn has republished all of Helene Hadsell’s works, and soon to be released are all of Tag & Judith Powell’s.

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