I am writing a book about the teachings received from the afterlife during my work as a trance medium. [see To Dance With Angels, by Don and Linda Pendleton]

It begins with my personal experience those fifteen mind-bending, breathtaking, heartbreaking, heartwarming, and wondrous years of 1980 to 1995 when I served as a trance medium for spirit. 

t is my journey from being a skeptic of the afterlife to receiving direct contact from the afterlife. However especially, it is a compilation of the remarkable teachings of Spirit into a straightforward handbook for use in the real world. It is a guide for living a creative, engaged, and vibrant life ... a life fully in sync with your soul's purpose here on Earth and in the nitty-gritty of your daily life.

In the end, it is the symphony within us all.

I am Sooo looking forward to buying your new book and can hardly wait. Dancing with Angels [To Dance With Angels, by Don and Linda Pendleton] was life transforming for me and I continue to draw from the lessons so eloquently delivered from Dr. Peebles and with the utmost appreciation of your mediumship talents and generosity in sharing of yourself to the world.
— Suzanne Anthony, LICSW. Psychotherapist at Millbury Carriage House Counseling and Meeting House Family Counseling

From my heart to yours, allow me to present ...



Intelligence from the Afterlife


Thomas Clark Jacobson


Book Excerpt one:

I was an angry young man, though I did not see myself as such at the time. I was a loner. I had no ambition, no passion, no goals, and certainly no career. I lived absent any hope. Life seemed to have no purpose, thus I had no purpose.

You see, I was an agnostic. Oh, I allowed for the theoretical possibility of some sort of God but he sure was one distant and cold schmuck as far as I was concerned. I certainly didn’t care about a God who would allow horrific suffering to take place on Earth. The hell with him ... with her ... with them. Whatever, whoever.

No purpose. No hope. We're all going to die someday anyway. Darkness. Nothingness. What's the point? Why even bother?

The chilled, meaningless hours, days, and years clopped by. There came a point where I decided that I needed to see if I could figure this out ... even just a teensy bit. Is there purpose to life? Really? Truly? Or is there not? I only knew that nothing else was important to me. It was time to confront this head on. Somehow, some way.

The recurring thought in my head was, “Just get on with it, Thomas. Make up your mind! Either live life or drop dead already."


It's early 1978. I'm 30 years of age, and I've made a decision with every fiber of my being. Let the search begin.

Full sails and with the wind, away to far shores. Weather and unmapped shoals, be damned.