Gordon Phinn
Gordon Phinn was born on October 28, 1952, in Glasgow, Scotland and moved to Canada at the age of 15. In 1998-99, His sporadic lucid dreams had morphed into nightly OBE adventures, which he recorded in his first book, “Eternal Life And How To Enjoy It ,“ published in 2004. His spirit contacts began around the year 1970 after his father’s passing in 1968. They took the form of what we now call lucid dreams. In them, Gordon often sat with his father, who told him things like, “Try to imagine I’ve gone on a long holiday.” A few other such experences followed at lengthy intervals, and they combined with Phinn's wide reading in the esoteric, occult, and metaphysical literature, so by the 1980’s he felt quite educated in those matters. Some of his dreams suggested he was being guided and taught, and he had "... read enough to know the signs. So I waited patiently for a revelation. Eventually it came, but not in the form I had expected. The crop circle phenomenon of the ’90s grabbed me by the neck, and I couldn’t stay away from southern England. By the new millennium, I knew I had been changed forever."
In his later years Phinn was a facilitation pracitioner, specializing in regressions (past-life and LBL), life readings, spirit guidance & distance healing. He was also a long-time videoblogger at www.youtube.com/thewordofgord. His 12 years of text blogs can be found at https://anotherwordofgord.wordpress.com.
via Regina Ochoa, April 12. 2026
Addressed to the online Gobal Gathering, held every Sunday
and facilitated by Wendy Zammit in Sydney, Australia
Let me express my delight in you, Regina, permitting me to write through you.
I find myself still filled with impatience, wanting to share everything I have and am experiencing since my shuffle into this wonderful realm. I knew you would hear me calling out to you when I was leaving, well, I hoped, but I was so full of morphine, I hoped I hadn’t disturbed you too much.
And, I was already anxious to communicate to anyone that in the deathbed I was more here than there. I had hoped my transition would not take the full two months, as the doctors thought, let alone more than a couple of weeks.
And so, I was granted a quick departure. I was very tired of the pain, and hated putting Cynthia through the whole mess of dying, grieving, telling everyone I just wanted to be left alone, to go. I saw how hard that was for her; she argued with me to stay, “Take the treatment, take the radiation, give us more time.”
She didn’t completely understand. She tried to, and we had only just found each other, the intimacy of our love, the deep, intimate knowing of each other. We were only married a short while, and she supported my journey into other worlds. She may not have understood everything I spoke of, but she never denied my excitement, the explorations I undertook, whether out-of-body or rescues. I loved every minute of life, every angle at which I was allowed to engage, participate with unknowns — those beings to which we have given no names. I traveled constantly. My mind set aside the conscious boundaries and limitations of its physical nature, to become one with the energy of all. Cynthia supported me, stood beside me, held my hand, held me. How do we tell the one we love, more than anything in the world, that it is time? Time to let go.
As Gordon, I connected to the spiritual beings who wished to convey their messages to all humankind.
As this physical transistor, I was honored to have my antennae stretched far, beyond the solar system and the cosmic universe, which we understand through the limited science of today’s teachers. I stretched into other worlds that have no physical value to be judged by their size or placement within this expanded system.
Today, Regina, where you sit in your room, you hear the cattle bellowing outside. The wind blows with gusts through the red Cedar trees along your fence line. The birds of spring trill intermittently and whisper courtship calls to one another. I especially enjoy your Meadowlarks.
And as you hear them in all the cacophony of nature, performing for anyone and no one, as they are only doing what is natural, the sun continues to shine, clouds form overhead, and the breeze sweeps across the land.
I watch, anew. You see, not only can I hear and see, even feel all that you experience, but from my physical-less being, I am experiencing all of this in sensations I have no words for.
Yes, you heard me say: I, Gordon, am speechless. It is truly glorious. Glorious to Hallelujah.
Now, I fully understand why so many individuals who have been ‘saved’ or rescued return quickly as a spirit, a guide, a friend to walk beside us.
I understand why you speak of so many who suddenly show up, sit down and chat with you, take a hike, or even hold your hand. This is amazing, no, that word is overused. It is beyond anything. I want to stick around and find out what I have missed. Have I missed it, or was I just not ready? I have so much more to learn.
I ramble on. There are so many other ideas I would like to express to you and the others who wish to know more about this life we live, the one that goes on forever.
In everlasting Love and Compassion,
Gordon Phinn
