The Pact: A Journey Beyond the Veil that Changed Everything

By Marnah Saetveit Lund and John Edward Saetveit

A brother and a sister made a pact before they were born…
When John Edward Saetveit died right after graduating from college, his older sister, Marnah, was understandably devastated. How could such a beautiful being like her dear brother have been taken so young? It made no sense. But it had to be. This was part of their pact.
John agreed to die early so that he could plan, from the world of Spirit, events for his sister to experience. In turn, Marnah agreed to be the one to live here on earth to learn from John's planned events and ultimately share everything she learned about Spirit with you in this book.
For years, John and Marnah have been communicating across the veil. In fact, they wrote this book together! Here, they offer proof that we are eternal beings. This is a secret that has been kept from us for millennia.
Death may not be what you think it is. The truth is, we can never die. While we do live in a physical body, we are truly Spirit. We are eternal spiritual beings which means that we are much more powerful than we can imagine.
This remarkable story will inspire you to live fully, to reach out to the world of Spirit, and to know that you are not alone—ever—as you embark on your life's journey.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dorrance Publishing Company
• Release date: Dec 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9798889258902

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To John Edward Saetveit,

my dear brother and partner in writing this book.

Without you, none of this would have been possible.

Introduction

My brother and I have written a book for you. Well, you might think that is a bit weird if you knew us. My brother left this world June 11, 1970, just two weeks after he graduated from college in South Dakota. The truth is, he and I have been communicating for years. Yes, I know that sounds weird too. But, let me tell you what I mean.

We knew that the time was right to explain that you, the real you, can never, ever die. How can we accomplish that? We knew we had to provide proof. So, before we came into these lives, we made a plan. My brother John agreed to be the one to leave early so that he could help create, from the world of Spirit, where he continued to live, situations for me to experience.

Meanwhile, I agreed to be the one to have all the life experiences, here on earth, to prove that we are Spirit, now, living in a physical body and can never ever die. I would be learning through these experiences as I lived my life so that I could pass this information onto you. Now that I know I have finished having all the necessary experiences, I am putting all that I have learned into this book for you.

Believe it or not, I just found out a few months ago that John and I had made this pact to do this before we were born. Before knowing that, I was just amazed at what I was learning from very crazy or unusual experiences that I was having. I decided to write them down as they happened so I wouldn’t forget any of them. I didn’t even realize that I was writing a book in the process.

I can now explain it all to you, just as John and I had planned. I hope you enjoy learning how special you are. First, let me introduce you to yourself.

When you look in the mirror, you probably think that you are seeing yourself. Not exactly. Yes, that’s you smiling back, brushing your teeth, combing your hair, or doing something else. But what you see is your physical body, the vehicle which holds the real you. Your physical body is not the real you. Physical things do not last forever. They have a way of, well let’s say, disintegrating, which can lead to their deaths. The real you is living inside your physical body and can never, ever die. That would be your Spirit.

When someone dies, it’s actually the physical body that has come to the end of its road. The real you just moves on; you are Spirit, divine Spirit, and can never, ever die.

I’d like to share my stories with you to prove this to you. These stories are all absolutely true-life experiences which have taught me so much over this amazing lifetime of mine, all 81 years of it.

When I was a child, I was taught that we could all expect to die. But now I know that is not true. We cannot die. It’s that simple. We cannot die because you and I are eternal beings.

During my life, I went through it all. It started with the loss of my dear brother. I felt unbelievably, horribly grief-stricken. It turned my life upside down. Since then, I have learned so much. Essentially, the reality that we live in is not all there is.

I learned that there is a very big world of Spirit that we just can’t see, but it’s definitely there. It is populated by many spiritual beings who are constantly helping us to live our lives in ways we can only wonder about. If you pay attention and know what to look for, you’ll see it. This great big world of Spirit is not just for God and the Angels, it’s also for you and me. And it’s not far off—it’s closer than we might think.

I’m excited to share my stories with you! What happened to me may seem unbelievable; however, everything that I experienced is true. It is my hope that in sharing my stories, you will find a new understanding of who you really are, what life is all about, the truth about death, and that you are a magnificent spiritual creator! Believe me, you are able to do marvelous things.

Maybe my stories will give you an insight into your own stories. Maybe your stories can also reveal something really astonishing. Who knows? Only you.

So here we go; enjoy the ride!

Chapter 1

Iwakuni, Japan, 1970 – The Craziness Begins

I heard a voice. It sounded like a man. It said, There will be a death. I thought, What? Who said that? There was nobody there. I had just gotten into bed, closed my eyes, and said my prayers. I felt very relaxed. Then I heard those words. I was twenty-nine years old then. It was May 1970, and I lived in Iwakuni, Japan, with my husband, Jon, and nearly two-year-old son, Peter. My eyes popped open. Sleep was not an option after I heard those shocking words.

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Now, as I put these words on the page, I know what this meant. This message was a warning to me from Spirit telling me to prepare for a death. At that time, I had no idea that Spirit would or could do such a thing. This message was so shocking to me that I couldn’t deal with it in any logical way. Spirit was letting me know that this was about to happen, that it was meant to be. Spirit was letting me know that there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening. No one could. I now know that hearing those words was a clairaudience experience, defined as the power to hear sounds said to exist beyond the reach of ordinary experience or capacity.

This was the beginning of many unbelievable experiences that happened to me during my long life. From these experiences, I learned much about us, who we really are, about what we call death, and also the existence of the world of Spirit. Right now, I am eager and excited to share these stories with you. My stories might answer a lot of your questions about these subjects. Believe me:  I asked lots of questions, and did I get answers? Yes, I did. They came to me through these amazing, and very true, life experiences. Now, to continue.

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There was no one standing next to my bed. The sound was heard only by me. I could feel the warmth of my husband’s already sleeping body next to mine and I couldn’t imagine losing him. I had never experienced anything like this before. How could this happen? Who could have spoken those words? And most of all, where did this information come from? Should I believe it? I hoped not. No one looks forward to a death.

I kept thinking about these words. Whose death would happen? I was newly pregnant, and my husband, being a lieutenant in the U. S. Navy, was stationed in Iwakuni, Japan. From there he would to fly into Vietnam, often on missions with VP-1, his current unit, until we would make a new home on Oahu in Hawaii. I couldn’t imagine losing a baby or my husband. I just couldn’t stand those thoughts.

I was afraid of what this could mean. Was I about to have a miscarriage? Would Jon’s plane crash as he flew on one of his ASW (anti-submarine warfare) missions? He flew in a P-3, a plane that was designed to find enemy submarines. It flew low above the water as the crew of twelve did their jobs. There were opportunities for death in more than one place in my life, and I didn’t like it.

I also thought about my brother, Johnny, whom I loved dearly. He brought sunshine into our family when he was born. He was two weeks away from graduating from college in South Dakota and was very special to me. I couldn’t even imagine losing him. His birthday was the same as my husband’s, May 11, years apart, of course. Did that mean anything? I wondered. Was I supposed to lose one of them?

No, no! I couldn’t even consider which one of them I could live without. That thought was just too frightening. I thought about all the other relatives I couldn’t bear to lose. I pondered this message, over and over again. Had I imagined it? No, I had not imagined it. I heard it clear as day—in a man’s voice, "There will be a death."

It was quite some time before I fell asleep, not understanding what this was all about. How could I sleep with all these thoughts running through my head? Thinking about this surprising and shocking message brought tears to my eyes. My body began to shake as I knew I was about to cry. I didn’t want to wake my husband, so I tried to stay as still as possible which was terribly difficult.

I usually never cry, but this changed everything for me. I could feel tears running down my cheeks, and my whole body trembled. I tried to calm myself so that my shaking wouldn’t wake Jon. I just couldn’t believe that this was happening. It must have been hours before I fell asleep.

For days these ideas kept running through my head. Then I simply couldn’t stand to think about it any longer. After three days, I just let it go and forgot about it. I had to. Wondering about a death just made me just too miserable. Certainly, I didn’t understand it, and I decided not to mention any of this to Jon, not wanting to worry him.

Living in Japan was a pleasure as well as a challenge for me, so I quickly put the unpleasant thought of death out of my mind. Instead, I just took care of my responsibilities and continued to enjoy the beauty of this place. I was hoping that if I could forget about the message, then perhaps nothing unforeseen would happen.

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You might be wondering what a young American wife and mother was doing in Iwakuni, Japan in 1970. Well, I could hardly believe it myself. I loved to travel, to see the world, as they say. I was so pleased to be able to follow my husband to Iwakuni. Let me explain.

My History

I remember another time when I felt like I had been hit in the chest with bad news. I was driving my car and could hardly breathe. My first husband had just left me after only twelve months of marriage, and I was looking for him. He was a first-year medical student, and I was an art teacher. I had slept late on a Saturday morning, and when I woke up, I discovered that everything belonging to him was gone.

I had no idea this was going to happen. How could I breathe? When I found him, nothing I said or did would change his mind, and we divorced.

Looking back on this, I realize that if this had not happened, I never would have visited a college friend who taught social studies, and she never would have pulled out a large old map, the kind that were hung above the blackboards in school rooms. And she never would have said, Look at this and tell me where you really want to live. And I never would have pointed to San Francisco and copied down the names of all the cities within one half inch south of the city.

And I never would have written to all of these places asking if they needed an art teacher.  And I never would have heard another friend’s mother saying, Someday you’ll look back on all this, and you’ll realize that all of this pain and heartache has happened for a very good reason.  

And I never would have gotten an interview from only one of the places I’d written to, Monterey County, the farthest from San Francisco. And I never would have told my uncle, who was a doctor of education in the state of New York, about the interview, and I never would have heard him say, Don’t leave the interview until they offer you the job. You’ve paid for airfare to go across the country. The tail can wag the dog.

And I never would have signed a contract to teach art and English before leaving the interview, and I never would have moved to California where I saw that some streets were finished without curbs. And I never would have joined a church on the same day as my future husband, and I never would have seen the new members printed in the church bulletin, all married couples, including Mr. and Mrs. Jon Lund. And I never would have heard the minister tell everyone that it was a misprint. Mr. Lund is definitely single, ladies, he said. And I never would have seen Jon’s smiling face across the altar rail where we all stood to be recognized, and I never would have thought that I could really like this man.

Of course I played hard to get. I didn’t want to make the same mistake twice. Jon was attending the Naval Postgraduate School in Monterey. Eighteen months later, we were married in that church. A month later he graduated from the Naval Postgraduate School. His next assignment sent us to Annapolis, Maryland, where he enjoyed teaching first classmen at the Naval Academy for two years, and Peter was born.

My friend’s mother was definitely right. Now I could say, Thank you, my dear ex. Leaving me was absolutely the best thing you could have done for me.

 In the Best of Times

When my husband learned that his squadron, VP-1, would be sent to Iwakuni, Japan for a six-month deployment in